Falling upon a crooked stone
That lent itself some space
In the highest tenements
A malevolent elf smelt.
In the borders of mistrust
Where the baddies grow
Getting fat on mincemeat
Trying not to show.
A scraping of butter
To put on salted bread
Was never brought
To justice, no whistle said.
Love Mary x
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Falling upon a crooked stone
That lent itself some space
In the highest tenements
A malevolent elf smelt.
In the borders of mistrust
Where the baddies grow
Getting fat on mincemeat
Trying not to show.
A scraping of butter
To put on salted bread
Was never brought
To justice, no whistle said.
Love Mary x