Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Untitled Nonsense

Love is a many-fendered thing
With red shoes and a fro
A splendid fish up-ends itself
With drywall screws to sow.

It rides along the jeweled street
And pulls a wagon train
Tomatoes laugh as it goes by
And revel in the rain.

A jolly driver ho-ho-hos
As little children wail
He stepped his fat ass off the thing
And landed on my tail.

"Good day for nonsense!" he loudly cried,
"And scanning lettered stamps."
I never heard his paper crays
Nor sliver'd to his lamp.

May 2nd, 2006

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