Last summer when you (towed) your three (toed), (toad)
I'd not give a (cent) for the (scent), (sent) through the air
Like when I dropped (chili) in (Chile) when it was (chilly),
The old one didn't, but the (new)(gnu)(knew) it was there!
So with sore foot, (I'll) walk the (aisle) on the (Isle)
I (cite) the (sight) of this (site), can renew a man
Look me in the (eye), (I) say, "(Aye), I'm ready!"
You say, "I guess (he'll) (heal) his (heel) when he can!"
If I (rode) in a boat I (rowed) in a ditch by the (road)
Even until signs of (dew) seem (due), (do) you care?
If (you're) still to hold to (your) feelings of (yore)
I don't (buy) you'll stop (by) and say"(bye)", so there!
The aide will aid you right away
Names of guests are guessed today
Wines not allowed, don't whine aloud
Drop your watch and watch the crowd
Don't nod your head you may be gnawed
And still be still and not applaud
The band is banned to play Do- Wop
Don't break the brake or you won't stop
The course is coarse so hold on tight
That last phase may faze you tonight
A scent is sent for you to smell
Remove your rings to ring the bell
You will go forth at fourth by heck
If a herd is heard then hit the deck!
A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek.
They'res a buoy at the window
Smiling inn at me
But eye don't really no hymn
Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he!
He's got a creepy effect
And wholes all in his genes
His pants are held up by a chord
A very pore lad he seams.
Ewe be witness to this boy
A buoy who has no wright
To bee laying their upon my sill
A disgraceful aweful site.
Sew Nettie, you come get hymn
And take him back to home
The afternoon is a-waisting
So come and get him, come.
Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi.
I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.
I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.
Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees.
Lucky Mi!
04/27/2015
Don’t you agree with my ability
to loosen up on our times in no night ?
A river thing was flowing
through foliaged silence.
In deranged hour of the
neck tie, you throw up obscenity
on road. What ? Chicken hearted ?
Sickle cell anemia ?
Goat rioting before sacrifice:-
the tiny feet will drop from heaven
to walk in blood and bless you
for dispatching the head of unlove.
The night hawk butchers the hope,
if the baby owl cries again. Afraid,
I am going to take a flight
to yellowing moon.
Satish Verma
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