that bridge of stone, stained
by a ton of droppings,
seagulls and frigate birds,
out of their territory, shouting
and frolicking, bad-mouthing
dugongs and fishes, loudly.
I should have listened to
my thoughts and fears,
before that fateful day.
When thirty tons of stone
all stained, and to the laughter
of gulls and frigate birds
fell into the stormy sea.
And they, without excuse,
took me.
her bourgeois and searching brain.‘So did they…. did it cause you pain? ‘She questioned him about the cutand soon felt queasy in her gut.So, being young, just hit sixteenhe’d lured this Baskin Robbin Queeninto this lonely road that night.He knew she wasn’t super brightso he explained that circumcisionaffects the lifespan and your vision.It needs, to…
I’d always be there.Being a good manis not a guarantee fora perfect lover.If gods relinquishedtheir say about man’s urges,cynics would perish.The brain has no heart,yet all hearts do have a brain,and all the wisdom.There comes a momentwhen time will grant a minute,but not extend it.
the sun was setting and he knew it would be latebut there was no one in the desert with his charms.A brief command, the sound of Boston in the airwas there a double meaning, certainty all lost?A final twinkle of the fireball, a darewill you go on my friend, and what will be the cost?His…
I will beat your thick hide’til the inside’s outsideyou are not the litter’s best pick.’
When they brought back the melonsfrom the striped, shackled felonsthey soon sank and the water was nippy.But they had, for the voyage, preparedand that is why both of them faredrather well in the endand this limerick was pennedso the story could truly be shared.
You noticed his old fountain penhe’s a stickler among men.All nit and picking you will needis thus provided, yes indeed.He likes his aging instrumentsand likely drives Mercedes Benz.But that, my friend, astute you beis what he means to you and me.You will, though groggy, re-appearand hear the Forum’s Hear, Hear, Hear.I’ll spare you what the…
