<{Baba^Yaga}>
on Sun Dogs by EAger to Offend
4 Nov 2003, 2:46 AM
Brief, yet lacking a pair of.
Maybe if you tried writing about something a bit more interesting than your attempts to grasp onto nothing that interesting and an even more uninteresting attempts at grasping.
What are you shedding good poetry for fermented toad tit?
I need air before I choke myself to death on your lower cased tribute to lower case tributaries.
Truly, as coherent as window shielding a moth at ninety mph. On a better note however it helped me arrive at a bowel movement.
On a frigid dank night late last yesterday. I found a gilded net with which I did play. It had a rod iron
handle and a child proof button, and when I smelled
at its sagging pouch I swore I nosed mutton. Shrugging
my jaundice bare shoulders I set out to trap as many nuts as might I could from inside out of your crap.
God is a pair of training wheels hanging up in some shed in Vermont watching the dust dance in a widows stale sun box.
"whetting my earppatite" what?
Porus8 is a pumice felcher.
But you my friend would felch a Klingon.
Goerge Hamilton trying to get out of a tanning booth with a prehistoric saber toothed can opener?
An encounter with a bearded old man using noxema as lubrication?
Let me guess? Poetry is your passion outside of growing petunias.
Isn't that a Clint Eastwood movie?
I would edit you, if you would swallow me.
Thank you dear, that's because I'm a sexy warlock draped in off red velvet and smothered in scented oils.
"I lick my plate
And meditate" won me over.
it seems strange that such a...dirty...poem should rhyme. No matter, i like it.
You have a creepy kind of foreboding tone, which, whether intentional or not, i savour.
Tell me about it! You would have fucking died, seriously, an indescribable moment in time.
I actually saw the depository and the knoll today, and it was amazing.
Nobody needs to apologise to the Welsh, except perhaps Llywelyn the Last for being killed and Henry VII for selling out to the English. Oh, and Margaret Thatcher, Winston Churchill (for sending in the troops to Tonypandy in 1910), the Normans, Henry V, etc.
Everyone should live in a terraced house, because it's fun to drag the rubbish right through the lounge from the back yard to the street every week.