today we celebrate with Fred
we should use cap and gown.
Of all the friends we have on Earth
he’s one that stands alone
and on that dark day of his birth
they didn’t make a clone.
That’s why we need to keep him young
and healthy for some years
today his smart, discerning tongue
may taste a couple beers.
From far away we send to you
best wishes for your day
from all the kids and our zoo
a Hip-Hip-Hip-Hoorah.
Rhode Island Reds were more my style, go check the books……I’d want my hand go very slowly up your leg.Please stay with me, my love, I need your impish smile,it may well be that it is destiny that rang,I have those flashes, how I catch you in the aisle,would you allow me, once again? Don’t…
my confidante.She died last yeardear cousin Rose,now reads my poemsfrom a better place.She asked incessantly,her ears were hugeand she had hazel eyes,a pure romanticshe would dwell,no, wallow in the talesof love gone wildor died a sudden death.Was a Diana fan,kept all the magazinesand framed her face,each one a new coiffure,she cried when Terri diedin Pennsylvania,…
But will I finish cretins, yesthey will not eat for quite some time.I do have plenty and have now pledgedwhat it will take to knock them coldwe have your names and all detailsso, worry not, but worry more.It is enough, you understandthat only heavy-handed scornwill do you justice in the endI promise you that’s what…
they were not able to go any faster,kids, handwagons and their lives’ belongingswere not salvation but a hindrance for them all.He took his filthy and mud crusted Kalatshnykovand shot them all before they reached the town.‘What is the diffference’, he asked himself,a few more bodies in this war, and then he sawa timid movement in…
You couldn’t getenough.And I of you.You held my hand.Your lashes scratched my cheeks.Bare legs were touching andthe world had gone away.You said you wantedall of me.I was so flattered.It’s yours to take,I said.Then I woke up.I’d like to dream tonight,and dream of you.Perhaps you would,my lovetell meyou will.
She cheers me up and calms me downremoves my wrinkles and my frown.Next time that Mister Vicious callsI’ll dream of boobs. Forget the balls.
