Author: M. Soames PM
An abstract poem, fitting for these cold times!Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 135 - Published: 02-15-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2320307
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Sometime not too long ago
We went hiking in an igloo.
Beside the blocks of ice
And our inability to karate-slice
We found a ratty wizard wire
That breathed fire and glowed.
After a brief intelligence meet
The team reassembled and broke
Into malls and amusement parks
Where Hussein's head hung from
A golden hook on top of dee dee are.
At whens Brother queried
Who the times are late
And how doesn't matter one bit,
Half-past ten takes on certain vocals
And is totally soaked head to foot.
And clichés are thus rendered unusable,
Shoot him in the shoulder,
Splash sulfuric acid in his eye,
Play crescendo on the old pipe organ,
For God's sake tell him to fall asleep.