There once was a knight, Sir Lim of Rick who scraped poems on walls with a sharpened stick. When questioned why he shouted, ‘I have not got a clue. Perhaps I’m sick.’
perry o’dontal danced a jig, went to town, bought a wig, perry o’dontal ate a fig, drank some ale, sought a pig perry o’dontal wandered away with pig and wig to end the day
A trial balloon was on display in my cave the other day. The judge herself gave it to me when a jury of peers set me free. Oh, happy as a lark am I with many another fish to fry. Tears of joy spill from my eye. Serenity mine ’til by and by a happy […]
My name is not something you buy in a store, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, My name is not something you find on the floor, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Instead my name’s something found high in the sky, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Weather Satellite Remington Bligh, Oh,Johnny Oatcake.
little he knew how little he knew now he knows how little he knows
brood hen dark thoughts if you must but remember beyond tomorrow lies one more yesterday
apples orthodontics the moon i sing electric but not the body harvest
triangles, i tell you! framed rectangular in white blue stripes curved here green stripes rigid there gold grey red the evil eyes peer! cruel laughter i fall back insensate the night trembles on
today is august 24th i’m celebrating in the north there’s not an awful lot to do after painting turkeys blue, winnowing the various grains, unloading a hundred choochoo trains, sorting through the greeting cards, and bribing the praetorian guards i might take time to just relax and strew the ground with carpet tacks
fleet biscuits a dry remedy for charms lost and bitterness found on the muscled plain of no return to a dilapidated harmony faltering fleet biscuits
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
