good morning
...mr wren
sitting at my
breakfast table.
you.... in your fancy
duds and plumage.
...all the while
your wife at home,
in .....beige brown grey.
you want my toast
.....just the crumbs
yes... it has been a hard
couple of days.
you'll dance and sing
and bring.... beakfuls
of happiness my way.
please ...take the crusts
and if you must
...the corner of the
pastry too.
as i know it is more
than..one or two....
that are waiting,
at your ...table
but, rush now, mr wren
the attention of the cat,
you've caught..
and he is willing and
....almost able to make
your wife a widow.
fly ..now ...mr wren
but...please do.... come back
again
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
good morning
...mr wren
sitting at my
breakfast table.
you.... in your fancy
duds and plumage.
...all the while
your wife at home,
in .....beige brown grey.
you want my toast
.....just the crumbs
yes... it has been a hard
couple of days.
you'll dance and sing
and bring.... beakfuls
of happiness my way.
please ...take the crusts
and if you must
...the corner of the
pastry too.
as i know it is more
than..one or two....
that are waiting,
at your ...table
but, rush now, mr wren
the attention of the cat,
you've caught..
and he is willing and
....almost able to make
your wife a widow.
fly ..now ...mr wren
but...please do.... come back
again
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