that she had always liked my scent,
had on occasion failed to wash
to gain a fair extension for her nose,
and then, when forty years had past
she stood there in the aisle to get
a jar of peanut butter, which was loathed
and shunned by me, back then. The speakers
in the store were playing soothingly,
the song that promised what she felt,
it was by Whitney and it made her cry,
those tears came swiftly, running down her cheeks,
she’d smelled the scent there, near the many jars.
It’s true I thought you were asleepbut I had promises to keep.Good friends dropped in for a small sampleof vinto tinto (I have ample)then came the witchety (a grub)cured after a good garlic ruband bunya pine on open firethe spouse was wearing Biedermeier.We like exotic things to eatand drink Potato Vodka neat
You did not shy away at all, from roasting all those Nips,and stand there, proud, so white and tall, with brave words on your lips.Afghanistsn is for reform, you failed, with many dead,so many bombs, such desp’rate screams, you spew your hateful lead.America, the powerful, Iraq may bankrupt theebut for the oil, you keep good…
just words of course,to shoot the breeze,to place a cover onthat ever-present gap,the sound of silence,so common whentwo strangers speak,pretending to be fine,relaxed and in control.There’d been a silly past,of never-ending hurtseach time a stalk, a leafof poison ivy, rubbed in well,and so it would not endthe darts would really fly,the battle escalate to bea…
It seems that (s) he,just to impresslet fly that finalswere on the cards.Though finals dobelong not to the topbut rather the reverse,the system takes accountof plain maturityand independent work.So let us sing the praisesof those who need to hearthe sounds of glory, Hallelujah.
never be cheaperor better quality.Move ’em out, guysbonus for early sell out,pub squash and gin,it’s all in the marketing.
As you say you’re in need of a well-endowed brainyou can’t have something twice though, don’t do it again.
