SNOW PLOW
snow plow hide in yesterday the truths of tomorrow broken axle rust on your blade no glimmer of hope for you snow plow
snow plow hide in yesterday the truths of tomorrow broken axle rust on your blade no glimmer of hope for you snow plow
a millionaire wannabe despot from his ignorance gives us no respite his very small brain corroded and vain is the pride of this horrible fleshpot
Be still, my heart Behold the freckling leaves Midnight ripped asunder by the gentle afternoon I waver, uncertain, balanced on one leg I eat the cookie It is good
what news? she cried her heart a spangle the leaves – he sobbed – the leaves have died her spangle dulled began to wither alas – she moaned – let’s go inside
I wore my wooden socks today. I deem it a mistake. The raft of splinters I endured kept me from sleep awake. I wore my wooden socks today. I won’t do it again. Instead I’ll store them on a shelf quite safe from angry men.
She disappeared into a whiteness of mist above the billowing waves. Far from home she flew to dwell in the comforting echo of caves. With blended thoughts, dark and light woven, she sat, content to wait. Oh, what revenge she would deliver. Oh, what horrible fate!
the creature’s eyes pig darting incompetent buffoon and don’t get me started about its hair
purple dragons fought in the sky a rain of scales fell on castle stairs
the creature stalks by night tiny eyes dart in search of food when will it tweet again
Death, be not a hamster Life, be not a spoon Love, be not a carpet tack lost upon the moon Death, bring lots of jellybeans Life, bring lots of coal Love, bring lots of fuzzy beads to tempt the wily mole