In the land of Wonky Woo
big tuxi cat meowed a moo.
By crone spells he chewed cud
He rolled about in sloppy mud.
A squeaky mouse feared no flack
and sprang upon his spotted back
to weave a nest of bouncy moss
show moo cat who was boss.
Grey, tiny forms and wood lice
gnawed his ears with tasty spice.
They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
like a ruminant you digest your own cud
you think that life has things in store for you
baby, it's been game over long time ago
go to your cuffin and void your burdens
every action is still born
every thought is convicted to death
My
Mind
A fine china
Chop shop
My
Amygdala
The bull
***
CHEW THE CUD
Im afraid to love again
Everything can all be so sudden
Falling in love is no problem
But failing to be love is such a pain
Loving someone is such a privilege
But loving the wrong person
Is worst than a venom
There is no escape unless a sacrilege
Let them be gone
Like the demon
Let them drink thy own poison
And begone
I would rather be on my own
With peace and serenity
Together with the nature alone
I'll find my security
@ Copyright Meline Ngo December 17, 2015
YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE BEEN A B*TCH
there are some b*tches who don't get what love is all about
it certainly ain't about uncertainty and/or doubt
they believe love is not what they can give but what they can take
and live life only for the falsification of romance's sake
some b*tches just don't realize the fact that love should be pure
but you never understood that, i know that for sure
you wanted a man who could pleasure you in a perfect way
and if you purchased me a gift it didn't matter how much you'd pay
some b*tches just don't understand that love can make you laugh or to cry
and sometimes, as in the case of Van Gogh, it simply urges you to die
these are women who live for their wants and needs alone
but when it comes to love they are stoic as stone
some b*tches don't see the light that love should be bright
but they treat men in a manner that just ain't right
they trap men with false promises and disingenuous kisses too
surely you know because they are b*tches exactly like you
(c) 2011 ~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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