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Oct 06, 2007
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often oven with listless porcupine
nuthin’ cries grand lovin’
like somethin’ often oven
that’s not overcooked,
not crimped and overbooked.
oh for my sweet a triflin’ treat
for her to eat on her soft seat
offer feet,
half-melted
under steamin’ heat;
that’s honeysweet, not bittersweet;
that though a mite some indiscreet,
can’t be beat on balance sheet.
oh was that hindmost line
so sloppy penned of mine
a toughen.
and was that last line—
so great, divine,
so superfine,
devised with aid
so not of Medicaid,
I am afraid,
but of some fortified old wine
with midnight moonshine
(with maxidoses of the Buff’rin)
in the bowels of wee Lichtenstein …
and in the company
of yon listless porcupine
dressed in cherry suede
while sippin’ weak lemonade—
a roughen.
Comments
IKnowNoBox
18 years 7 months ago
I am at a loss
barbsdad2003
18 years 7 months ago
Surely Purely ...
weirdelf
18 years 6 months ago
Oh clearly,
barbsdad2003
18 years 6 months ago
Wow, Jess!