Touch my leg,
Touch my breast...
Caution concealed entrance.
Oh that sign makes me smile in these middle aged...
My wife tears into her mango with great pleasure
as juice runs down her chin, wiped before...
For those who verbose
A story do tell...
Take my hand times soon to end your soul will not...
In misery, living in the house of grief is where I...
As I listen to good music with bad words
and great words with bad music...
In a beach neighborhood
with pink plastic flamingos...
Shaking Speares of Shakespeare
Todayth dayth cometh with loth toth seeth...
Sopost to rime right?
Dictions pronautatasons making me flight...
Box
no locks...
Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling DVD mobiles...
Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong...