My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.