Crispy Skinned Cossages
Oh to crispy skinned Cossages
those tasty morsels of the mind
may imagining their delicate flavours
help your busy days unwind
do they taste like asparagus
or is it peach
do they smell like running socks
or is it leech
To crispy skinned Cossages
those rocket ships of the mind
that can fly you away to near or far
wherever you’re so inclined
you could go to the circus
or just down the road
visit the rings of Saturn
or dine with a toad
Say thanks to crispy skinned Cossages
those gallant saviours of the mind
freeing you from mundane thoughts
where your life is entwined
do you cure cancer
or were you first to the Pole
a boisterous blustering braggart
or a quiet listening soul
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2017
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