The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat, Null knick-knacks! Zap Idiotic whacks! I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat. I’m your best bet seated where you once sat. Smearing out your tad-bit lacks, Running them out by the packs, I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat. Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you. In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere. If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through. Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware? Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee, I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me. ® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich