PDgb Posted March 25, 2011 Share Posted March 25, 2011 Madame Princess, your poet is here! With a clang and a gong A dead silent song Is whispered Through corridors short and stubby In the tradition of spontaneity We attempt to cover our nudity With opaque glass walls and jaws As two quarters cry Ay! We buck splattered bales of hay Listening as the absurdity tells of How we live under trampoline spells That mock us from square domes of rock And with this final wrong I can see I have entertained for too long The notion of “oops I forgot” With one final adieu I present this poem to you One small fat serious joke Because on the day you spoke You dared me So I wrote Quote GBrenton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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