Wake Me When the Wart Is Over – by Jennie Thalia
~I have loved thee with a neverlasting love~
Wake Me When the Wart Is Over – by Jennie Thalia
Although I could not write free verse
Free verse wrote to me
The carriage held three of a kind
And I, banality
Then death arose to offer snacks
Pudding cups and brie
Miss Dickinson thought it a ruse
And fondly cut the cheese
Perhaps, kind sir, the air is chilled
By this unholy scum
Now drop your pantaloons and cough
And I shall warm thy buns
Good madam, please, you’ve been so kind
Now plowing I must go
In fertile valleys full of elves
Where have I put my ho?
O, grab my arse and ride away
These steeds may give a snort
Unless of course the steel is bent
Or else the blade is short
Although I could not write free verse
Free verse wrote to me
The carriage held three of a kind
And I, banality
Then death arose to offer snacks
Pudding cups and brie
Miss Dickinson thought it a ruse
And fondly cut the cheese
Perhaps, kind sir, the air is chilled
By this unholy scum
Now drop your pantaloons and cough
And I shall warm thy buns
Good madam, please, you’ve been so kind
Now plowing I must go
In fertile valleys full of elves
Where have I put my ho?
O, grab my arse and ride away
These steeds may give a snort
Unless of course the steel is bent
Or else the blade is short
Rws on Aug. 16I'd heard that Emily Dickinson owned a fleet of cadillacs, but her boyfriend rectum all. Hmmm...
Rws on Aug. 16Really? I'd heard the same thing. God you're amazingly brilliant.
Thanks. So are you.
Too bad no one knows you exist.
Eh. Their loss...
Leanne on Aug. 17Miss Dickinson is so rude. This is no surprise, obviously -- it's why she never mixed with polite society.
Unfortunately there are an awful lot of bent steels in the poetry world. On the up side, that means there are an awful lot of warm buns.
