Feeling like syrup,
Stretched over so many feet,
Little holes present,
Stays together,
Holy Feat.
Lacking the security of a plait,
with violation of pecans,
Pastry slammed flat
By a siren call beacon.
Useless and stale,
Sickly and game,
Fermented and Pale,
Repugant the same,
A shelf life to fail.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
Feeling like syrup,
Stretched over so many feet,
Little holes present,
Stays together,
Holy Feat.
Lacking the security of a plait,
with violation of pecans,
Pastry slammed flat
By a siren call beacon.
Useless and stale,
Sickly and game,
Fermented and Pale,
Repugant the same,
A shelf life to fail.
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