Posted on September 14, 2010 at 3:17 PM |
Twas a sunny day
on the meadow
gathering wildflowers
between her toes
when the skinny freak
approached with
his ukelele
and crooked nose
He tiptoed through
her arrangement
singing a high-pitched
tune
until her ears
bled with crackle
and eyes atwinkle
began to swoon
She smashed his uke
upon both heads
and scratched
his eyes clean out
"Teach ya to
strum through my glen
a squealin
like some queer's
about."
She stuck daisies
up his nose
and cut his
filthy locks
and said
" dun come
this meadow more'
orl I'll clean yur clock!"
Categories: Poetry & Lyric, Jip Morgan
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