penny, penny, quite contrary
has a burden she can't carry
always guarded, all claws bared
not sure if she's bored or scared
tuck'd under bed or coverlet
you never know if she's upset
hiding, plotting, then - ATTACK!
careful not to turn her back...
she'll come running with a purr
begging you to stroke her fur
intertwining through your legs
meowing softly as she begs
but, alas, you must be wary
i've discovered she's quite scary
with a swipe and then a flash
off she sprints, quick as a dash
leaving you with teary eyes
and bloody scratches; but be wise
for she's a princess in her heart
and you'll find she's rather smart
penny, penny, quite contrary
with your burden you can't carry
let your guard down, and you'll see
i want to love you completely
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
starsucks coffee
this isn't a poem, but it's really funny all the same. check it out!
http://parody.organique.com/001.html
http://parody.organique.com/001.html
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Marshy Marshy Bog
Glip glop sloppidy slop
Muddy bubbles blip and blop
Oh, Marshy Bog
Glip glop sloppidy sloppy
bloppy bubbles glop and glot
and blurpidy blop along the boggy
bloggidy boggies marshy mop
Thursday, July 07, 2005
interlude
what if we go?
speak the unspeakable.
it will break their hearts
and turn mine to sweet heavy lead. again.
(i don't know if it will hold. hold!)
and my boys. i hardly-
leave it. all that has become. became.
drop like a dead crusty cursing fly. fly
away.
mine.
haunt me.
familiar streets as ghosts, with buildings - faces -
and black window eyes that have seen me
these past years. seen. and heard. and felt me driving by.
what if all i've made has rotted?
what if we don't make it?
what if it hurts?
it hurts.
speak the unspeakable.
it will break their hearts
and turn mine to sweet heavy lead. again.
(i don't know if it will hold. hold!)
and my boys. i hardly-
leave it. all that has become. became.
drop like a dead crusty cursing fly. fly
away.
mine.
haunt me.
familiar streets as ghosts, with buildings - faces -
and black window eyes that have seen me
these past years. seen. and heard. and felt me driving by.
what if all i've made has rotted?
what if we don't make it?
what if it hurts?
it hurts.
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