I want to be so
world renowned that they rename...
There once was a turd put to the test
who stunk poetically at his best...
Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...
I was going to put it into poetry,
But it screwed up the link...
Cranky poets make me smile
So many excuses for lack of style...
Some men only want a warm place to lay pipe.
They will revel in the touch of lips on satin...
Compasses in hands across the land;
Let us gather around and make a plan...
Let the storms buffet the trees,
just make cups of espresso...
It's goodbye
From this madhatter...
Who likes bugs?
They hide everywhere in our house; in your hair...
There once was a man from Greece,
Who had a fond love of geese...
My man whom I completely trust
To take care of me in all trials...