I knew an old stoat to relieve his throat
drank custard from his fungible boot
Be mine dear Prunus, be mine
He sang
Never mind dear Dulcis, never mind
And as he drank and sang, and sang and drank
I began to thank, and thank so hard I nearly sank
too depths so depthed too deep to see
the rolling mood washed over me.
*Let’s link arms dear Prunis
and turn our noble gaze
and together ride the ocean swell
until the end of days*
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
I knew an old stoat to relieve his throat
drank custard from his fungible boot
Be mine dear Prunus, be mine
He sang
Never mind dear Dulcis, never mind
And as he drank and sang, and sang and drank
I began to thank, and thank so hard I nearly sank
too depths so depthed too deep to see
the rolling mood washed over me.
*Let’s link arms dear Prunis
and turn our noble gaze
and together ride the ocean swell
until the end of days*
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