#colonel
Dinner with a pair of pajama's
Here is my tow, the image of sincerity
Is meant to be, a looking and little more when
A shadow has become my inheritance, for curiosity
Lips I never saw, accept me in a craving
Time is a worried heart, to lend a dramatic yet
Play the part of a speed, for my special stare saving
So in more, and so in form; the smile I offer is met?
Live well, and *** is my best friend
Let me peek one more time, this one is a mightier word
Sakes and tools of worthier trades, know me for a sin...
Terror in my belly has said hi, to a shyer wry than the world
Look and seek, the through of an adored two, I made
With the help of a secret friend, and the smile of you
Life has become a notorious care in the palm of a grace
Here, here, here; spare smiles and actual space for a risks clue
Hey, anarchy...
When I stare at a green daydream, with the eyes of a stir
Many cooler minds go by, and the wink of charity
Where a smiles belongs, but there is no way to share?
A friend has a smile in the smile of another
Saying the obvious, will serve me a droning muses won
Looking hard for another friend, the order of things is quite a bother
This friend of mine is you, when the little bird flies into the sun...
Reality stinks...
When I am here to wish, on a star that watched
The little bird catch the fly, in the rhyme and reason it thinks
Is my silence, but only when you admit a voice has talked...
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
"I say it was the butler,"
And so the accusations begin.
They fly through the dining room
with their winged reasons
based on heresay and whims.
"It can't have been him.
He wasn't even there!"
A professor counters with snark.
Pointing out the other was wrong
for their own chance to glow.
"Well then it must've been the maid"
A woman in red counters
Glaring daggers like the ones
That get buried deep into trusting backs.
"Maybe it was one of you!
Looking for monetary gain!"
A man exclaims pointedly
Green overcoat buttoned tightly
as he perused the crowd unkindly.
"Everyone calm down!"
A gentleman speaks soothingly.
"Since we're speaking in clichés
I thought I'd put my two cents in."
the man inspects the body
and with dramatic flair
Announces:
"It was Colonel Mustard, in the dining room, with a rope."
And the fancy dressed group
Cried out in frustration.
But upon further inspection
of the victim dressed
in peacock blues and greens
yielded a braided rope pattern
surrounding her neck.
And it left them all to wonder,
"Who is Colonel Mustard?"
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
A Major's contribution
A personal Private's affair
The Colonel that blossomed
Into a General's sense of scandal
Catching all Lieutenants unaware
Then came a Corporal punishment
And Mastered the Sargent
With such care
Limiting the whole base
To all and much despair
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC