The testy toaster wheezes
a **** and frosty ******
"You sir can't taste
the sweet-meat of cause
if you won't stomach
its bland and crusty effect."
I'll come back to his riddle.
First, the percolator
keeps bubbling up
drips of bitter conversation
I've warned her nicely
to drop before.
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
The testy toaster wheezes
a **** and frosty ******
"You sir can't taste
the sweet-meat of cause
if you won't stomach
its bland and crusty effect."
I'll come back to his riddle.
First, the percolator
keeps bubbling up
drips of bitter conversation
I've warned her nicely
to drop before.
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