Thursday, February 15, 2007

Good Golly Miss Molly (A Sonnet)

"I shall ghost write a sonnet and make believe it came from you,"
He wrote in his last note. OK let's see what he did do.

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Good Golly Miss Molly (A Sonnet)

Comedy ends in marriage,
tragedy in death.
Religion begins in breath
or the fear of god.

The fear of go is sacrilege
in Japan
where Lear changed his name
to Ran
and gained fame.

Girls write novels,
Judges bang gavels,
Boys bang girls.
Please don't cut your curls.
I love your code.
Do you love my booty?
Am I your cutie?
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That's what happens when guys in love with your ass
write sonnets. Fifteen lines. The smell of gas.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Be my Valentine, please!

11:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

T'is drivel but suitable for this particular harbor. And, of course, your culo does provide a more than ample sample for those who like a Titian mission. This young man has much to learn about the vagaries of cryptic coquettes--who would be better served up as peppery croquettes.

Lope Manuel Arturo de Vega

"de nada, senora"

9:59 AM  

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