They carried both their residences
though minus any picket fences
wherever they would swim or walk
as a protection from the hawk.
You see, some hawks have fancy tastes
like oyster jam and turtle paste,
so preached the old one to her daughter
there in the cold and murky water.
But soon there only was one turtle
because the hawk had eaten Myrtle.
The moral follows now, pray tell
you’re pretty safe within your shell.
imitation and opal from glassis the cause of much griefand its loveless reliefI would urge you to polish the brass.If you know what I meanjust imagine the scenewhere the lover straps on a balloon,serves Madeira in bulkdresses up like the Hulkand suspends from the ceiling a moon.Start the new Dee-Vee-Deeadd some rum to the teaget…
as long as it would take,if weeks or months,it matters not.But I will only waituntil the Moon goes homethen I will know.Oh, I so wishto bethe Moon.
We bought the wooden enchiladawhen coming from the autostradaand entering the Fatherland.The makers of the clocks residein the Black Forest, where a guideis used for navigation reasonsclocks can be bought in all the seasons.We chose the biggest on the shelves(they all are made by German elves) ,and shipped the thing so it would gethome in…
of silver insects, bright and ready to invade.A silver touch, I thought, the carpet was a-glitter,I picked them up, so slowly, one by onewith lingering movements, ’cause her hands had known them.There was a storm that came, without much warning.It took my love and whirled it into spheresthat could not nourish it and breathing had…
And, due to darkness,‘merde’, I stub my toeand let the sleepers know.‘It’s all the fault of George’,so slurs the spouse, annoyed.‘He can be blamed for anything,including leaking taps and roofs.’Well, it is true, he disappoints,Afghanistan and then Iraq,and nothing is accomplished,no peace and no democracy.The little guy stands in the door,with snoopy-do pyjamas,‘we should have…
The leaf was drooping due to heatthe summer sun was a repeatof last year when so many dieddehydrated and later fried.Beneath the fly there flowed a streamwhite caps and boulders smooth as cream.The sun was threatening to endthe insect’s life there in South Bend.That’s when he said ‘if I could climbdown to the water’s edge…
