October 13, 2015

while suffering the wrath of mome

i wandered far away from home

i hopped aboard a trolley car

and soon hopped off at the nearest bar

in palsied hands i gripped the glass

‘what’s wrong, old sock?’ said a comely lass

‘the wrath of mome,’ was my reply

she fell back stunned and turned to fly

exiting the premises with a strangled cry

i fell face-down across the floor

scuttling best as i could out the door

oh where and how long must i roam

while suffering the wrath of mome


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