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Andrew Leparski Apr 2016
Tittle tattle
ribble and rabble
The conversation goes
the way the conversation went

Fiddle faddle
dibble and daddle
every word emitted
was indeed foretold by the committed

Wrip wrap
snip snap
tip tap
Without an outstretched hand
Who is to let the movements move
like hourglass sand?
Look into my eyes.
Your eyes are getting heavy
You're getting sleepy,
Sleeeepy, sleeeepy.
Now repeat after me..
"I want to be your love slave".

I'd like to scuttle your puttle

Spiddle your paddle

Tickle your wickle

And twittle your taddle
Stroodle your doodle
Cromple your string

Brundle your strundle

And frondle your ding

Wear nothing, not even your bikini
I’ve spilled some gin on my ******.
I thought this uncouth,
So I’ve added hermouth,
How’d you like me to slip you a martini?
Emily Ould Feb 2013
Would you push
another soul off a cliff,
a rafter,
a ship? - walk the plank
aye, matey

that is, if you knew nobody was watching
if nobody was there,
ever to know,
would you do it?

if there were nobody to squeal,
to taddle,
to break,
engulf you in the scene of the crime

just how high do our morals stand?
We're going to breathe until the day we die
just keep at it
keep breathing, keep breathing

Myself?
I'm going to keep breathing until I stop
'til the very last breath in my body lets itself out

and whispers
"Stop."

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