I run with the banana-nosed wolves,
I am one with the bat guano and like
The tide I am salty and run out a lot,
And as the dawn cometh, go I goeth,
I eateth and I throweth upeth…
I am the breeze in the trees,
And I will freakin' seize the cheese
With these two freakin’ hands,
I will, too!
Author notes
recalled from the dream of a dead man on the night he croaked...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You are'eth a genius, enough'eth said'eth!!!!
laurie


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Started my day with a chuckle, you did! I like the "th" words especially because it makes your poem have a tad of something old mixed in.


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Nothing like this since the Hitler diaries! freakin' amazin'... freakin' stupid...


