Not sure how it really works
I go and ask the clerks.
Ages five and up…
it’s hard to ******
he said.
Really? It’s simple?
Give an example.
Turn on the boy and he'll find the girl.
Everyone's given it a whirl,
he said.
******** I’ve already:
poked out my eyes,
which left them leaking.
bruised my thighs,
which won’t stop aching!
and sealed my heart’s demise
for future breaking.
Stunned and oblivious he cocked his head
opened his mouth and said:
You’re doing it wrong.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
Not sure how it really works
I go and ask the clerks.
Ages five and up…
it’s hard to ******
he said.
Really? It’s simple?
Give an example.
Turn on the boy and he'll find the girl.
Everyone's given it a whirl,
he said.
******** I’ve already:
poked out my eyes,
which left them leaking.
bruised my thighs,
which won’t stop aching!
and sealed my heart’s demise
for future breaking.
Stunned and oblivious he cocked his head
opened his mouth and said:
You’re doing it wrong.
Funny poem playing with meter :P My work is always under construction, so if you see something funny or confusing, let me know :)
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