Pokin’ Humor…
Here I sit, a token departed,
Died in my prime,
While on line,
I didn’t read the sign,
It said no typing in an electrical storm,
Now I’ve been transformed,
I got wings & a hairdo that’s out of the norm…
Sequent liar…
He lies sequentially,
Stuck in of lies a mire,
Of him potentially,
He will never be considered on fire,
Let us all of this knowledge,
Keep it between us confidentially…
Spoken Rumor…
Talkin’ of the consumer,
They’re buying habits are off kilter,
Something must be wrong in their head,
Possibly a watermelon sized tumor…?
Cereal biller…
Can’t they leave me alone,
Them people who want me to pay,
Bills pouring out my ears,
As well like diarrhea out my ass,
Called the cops, they’ve got no clues,
This cereal biller is someone altogether new…
© ed ;-) 1/26/09
Edvard
Love tinka
PS: Is that old brother Edvard ridin that bus??!!
Ron
fee
Newfie hugs, Rose
Top-drawer penning . . . excellent!!
Always the Best,
Lance