sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2013

Bloodshot apple

Hey crude want to make fun of me
illuded you want of make fun of me?
let me make it quite easy before
my rhymes get sleazy aye
I go the store to buy my bread buns
and they dont know if it´s (dez)ten or (trés)three
until today.

Want to vent have a laugh at my expense mate?
You won´t need a loupe lense to see
Just a piece of my fruitcake
at a poet´s eye afternoon tea.

Would you like to take the proverbial pee?
through this bloodshot apple see?
I have no rhymes to lend
 except to those that send
their wonderful and cunning prose and poetry!

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