Pooka
08-11-07, 11:35 AM
Remember? You cried, your Worry-Cone speared
You were sitting there looking at me and making it so
I feel like a Cunt in my own Strange Tree
A soft-lipped enunciation, Hell hath no such Veto
Not unexpected though nevertheless feared
And your Royal Jelly smeared over my Apostrophe
The lengths I go to to make it Rhyme. See?
Sitting in my Dreaming Bin-Bag, Ankh in hand...
:fly:
:mod:
You were sitting there looking at me and making it so
I feel like a Cunt in my own Strange Tree
A soft-lipped enunciation, Hell hath no such Veto
Not unexpected though nevertheless feared
And your Royal Jelly smeared over my Apostrophe
The lengths I go to to make it Rhyme. See?
Sitting in my Dreaming Bin-Bag, Ankh in hand...
:fly:
:mod: