Thursday, December 21, 2006

Meowry Christmouse Santa Paws.

Livid stops garish sprites
Cascading neophytes
Fool spectre delivery
Count the cells in cider me
Corpus collosal menagerie.

Fate dashed upon the rocks
Boot straps to the chin ups
Best forward it foot
Down the tracked one mind
Found alone I die alone
Ranger than striction
Narcisstic addiction
Pleased to meet me
For all internally.

A scratch looking for an itch
Burning touch tapping drip
A head by a nose you ear
Daren't call me a Picasso
Injust to say so
Swat I'm fly
Bye.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Shirley said...

Good Lord as if I wasn't already confused this morning! Merry Christmas! (I'll read this again when I'm awake.)

Thursday, December 21, 2006 3:23:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Glenn,
brilliant! that is what I can say...

Cheers!

Thursday, December 21, 2006 3:23:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice rhythm.

Thursday, December 21, 2006 7:39:00 AM  

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