I too shall wither away with thoughts of how to begin.
Said loving predator to beloved prey.
"I aim to seek your innocence,
devour you, leave baron bone from joint
today until to marrow, olive oil to anoint
and bless our multi-digital buffet course,
entree, Von Soupee, dessert strorm, to salad:
Lettuce prey."
Said prey, beloved to loving predator:
"No longer a Salt teen am I
all cracker- ed up to be, well-used,
worn out benumbed by Ora-jello gel,
to tell the tooth and nothing butt the tooth,
my darling slice (filet mignon), partake, I say,
O, Lettuce prey.
So pre-dating wolf approached his prey:
"I come. . .to you but not in – pieces
of ate, you gem, you lamb, you portly beef
me, hurt me, call me dirty names, make me feel
cheep-er by the dozen, egg me on, the yolks on you
are my sunshine, and I too, shall wither away
with thoughts of how to begin the beguine.
So, lettuce prey for your cabbage patch doll
that I will be for you said to hymn of praise --
" . . . in this menu of me I offer you, my honor, dear predator.
Let us Pray.
Ahhhhh, MEN!!!
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 06:56
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Lettuce Prey
Said loving predator to beloved prey.
"I aim to seek your innocence,
devour you, leave baron bone from joint
today until to marrow, olive oil to anoint
and bless our multi-digital buffet course,
entree, Von Soupee, dessert strorm, to salad:
Lettuce prey."
Said prey, beloved to loving predator:
"No longer a Salt teen am I
all cracker- ed up to be, well-used,
worn out benumbed by Ora-jello gel,
to tell the tooth and nothing butt the tooth,
my darling slice (filet mignon), partake, I say,
O, Lettuce prey.
So pre-dating wolf approached his prey:
"I come. . .to you but not in – pieces
of ate, you gem, you lamb, you portly beef
me, hurt me, call me dirty names, make me feel
cheep-er by the dozen, egg me on, the yolks on you
are my sunshine, and I too, shall wither away
with thoughts of how to begin the beguine.
So, lettuce prey for your cabbage patch doll
that I will be for you said to hymn of praise --
" . . . in this menu of me I offer you, my honor, dear predator.
Let us Pray.
Ahhhhh, MEN!!!
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 484 times
Written on 2007-02-07 at 06:56
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