The moon...
The moon, is like fatty Monterey Cheese
Why cheese, you ask
Because aspirin makes me fart something fierce, I say
The stars...
Bagels taste better when wrought alike
Pieces of christmas candy strewn over mom's moquette
Oh...the in(candy)sence of them all
The sun...
Crepe turns the week long wet wash-cloth
Disc of the omnipresent having masonic reference
Advertisements for orange juice in summer
Me very first poem. I think I outdid myself.
1 comment:
yeah looks like you outdid yourself :D
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