Sausage and custard and ice cream with mustard
Chocolate coated Kentucky Fried Bustard
Whipped cream with mushrooms or frogspawn on toast
These are the foods that an ogre likes most
Volcanic craters and baths full of gators
A pantry thats choc full of gagged and bound waiters
sleeping on bones in a pterosaurs nest
These are the places an ogre likes best
Eyeballs and elbows, the odd severed nose
Ankles and legs and a number of toes
Earlobes and kidneys and hearts to dissect
Things that an ogre just loves to collect
Teeth that are bleeding and eyes that are red
Skin like the skin of somebody that’s dead
One missing ear and a hole in the throat
And chomping raw meat from the leg of a goat
So now that you have him laid clear in your head
The image you see is of someone to dread
For sometimes the truth is a pain in the neck
And ogres in real life are nothing like Shrek
a blind man led me to Vision
where he pointed was a direction i never prepared myself for
wisdom is not of sight but of mind, body, and spirit
my shielded self was exposed picture perfect,
AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT!
a blind woman whispers in my ear
seashell philosophy inspires me to have the urge for going
of the many things that i have envisoned,
i was still walking in a blindness unseen,
AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT!
here i am now
anniversary present in hand
as i knock on their door,
i realize that their eyes are now mine
as i announce my presence,
they both hand me a note saying
YOU CAN LEARN A LOT FROM A DUMMY
sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. InnTin'd
While I tried having a begging nap,
On my door heard a begging rap…
A female caller tilting her velvety cap,
An errand running for my indulgent pap,
On her bluish blouse, a heat-transferred world map,
While her spread right fingers she played on her lap.
From me, got and drank a glassful wine,
Which first dulled her eyes before they did shine…
I guessed between her mission and mine,
An eternal gap,
But still said “Fine!”
In a sleepy voice that didn’t any energy sap…
“She is to continually join me in my sleep,
And begin a relationship passionately deep”.
Write. Right then. Not left right left. But oh right!
There is writing.
Phone needs cleaning
Electrical madness meanwhile.
Access limited.
Therefore a bumper pack arrives Friday from scrawled mess that will occur over next day.
Hope you are all having fun.
Said me and the rabbit with his creamy iced bun.
No ho no ha
Z
Good or bad,
What you say
I think of myself
Is not what you think
I think of me.
Because what you say
I think of myself
Is only what you think of me,
Whether right or wrong.
What you think
I think of me
Is not what I think of myself;
But what you think of me
Is what you say
You really only think
I think of myself.