Once again, hello you folk!
If you’re here you got the joke
It’s running still like unspilled yolk
Like a frog that’s soon to croak
By writing this my hands are *****
Filthy fingers gone unruly
I’d rather stop, if you don’t mind
These silly schemes of verse and rhyme
So let’s sit down somewhere not quiet
By the street where live the sirens
That we might stop hearing all
These stupid thoughts that ask for calm
Are lobsters red? Is my blood blue?
Do colors mean anything true?
I don’t know, I sigh a lot
Like water simmered in lidded ***
I’d stopped to write this, but for what?
How could these words have any use?
I’m not sure, but come here, closer,
There’s one last thing I want to whisper
A secret hot like fresh made blisters
All punch lines are hit or miss
Even those aimed at nothing
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
Once again, hello you folk!
If you’re here you got the joke
It’s running still like unspilled yolk
Like a frog that’s soon to croak
By writing this my hands are *****
Filthy fingers gone unruly
I’d rather stop, if you don’t mind
These silly schemes of verse and rhyme
So let’s sit down somewhere not quiet
By the street where live the sirens
That we might stop hearing all
These stupid thoughts that ask for calm
Are lobsters red? Is my blood blue?
Do colors mean anything true?
I don’t know, I sigh a lot
Like water simmered in lidded ***
I’d stopped to write this, but for what?
How could these words have any use?
I’m not sure, but come here, closer,
There’s one last thing I want to whisper
A secret hot like fresh made blisters
All punch lines are hit or miss
Even those aimed at nothing
Thanks for reading!
