Somebody Call A Poet!
Light a foot as any!Why, My good, Sire, I don't tire when wiring upon the highest of rooftops!
Can you boast such a boast?
I can boast a boast in the roast of the most!
Listen close, all my darlings, for your charlings' adorn!
They lay still as lumber on a warm summer morn!
And when they wake!
O! They wake just to make you forget!
Forget, yes you will, and no more shall your fret, I bet!
They fill you with oceans of lullaby dreams!
Your gooey-plunt rising and happiness creams!
We guffaw soft bubbles that ride on our laugh!
And drink milk from cows who dance at sight of calf!
Embark on a mission, and damn the comission!
Discover as much to your heartbeat's permission!
Remember the Monarchs who provided an heir!
And heir to bestow a bright sunrise with care!
And 'fore the thing set, let's forget! let's forget!
No more frowns now, forget! Just forget now, my pet!
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-23 at 00:53
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