"limy" poems
Like a solemn
blossom,
he makes his appearance,
this hindrance,
in my rooftop,
with a flip-flop,
in cherubic
outfit,
oh so tiny
and limy!
This perplexing
cherubim, mixing
beams and a pigment
from a distant
perfection,
shouts 'action!',
up on my rooftop!
I climb the immense
leather
in my underware
- oh what a brilliance
of a ****
homemade!
I say 'salutations,
in this christmas' occasion!',
he moves backward,
the makeshift,
and then forward,
in his heart a lift,
engorged,
in my beauty scorched!
As his host
I had started a toast
but went speachless
finding him flightless,
for a wingless cherubim
was he...!
But it's Christmas,
so in ranges
we had some oranges
and tequila,
for pain healer.
On my rooftop
as a isthmus,
oh gods of Olympus!,
we hear a pop,
a cackle,
stars as sprinkles
of kringles!
- Oh oh, is it Santa?!
- Oh no, it's my Claus...!
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Touch
Bumpy
Sight
Green, orange slice, white
Taste
Lime, sweet
Smell
Sugary, limy
Hear
Crunchy
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC