My frame has gone for a test again
Gang slang… no bells rang in my head
Let the ball start folding when you reach the boundary value problem
Set your life with gelatine.
Polish your shoes with cream of calculi
Get a broomstick on wheels.. you’ll bebewitched
Get a bird in the hedge to tell lies for you
Get a call mucked up by Nogaphone
Get a briar full of sorrow to smoke
Get back into the hearse,sir
Let her get out while the rowing’s in a flood
Met a crotch down the close once.In a clinch
She has that frown without words.my days are jumbled
I never let it disinfect me
Tetalogue or decalogue…it’s up to la rue now
Did you believe in a Sacred Rod?
Please set me off now .I’m a clockwork collage
They set out from my hedge but it’s not my defeasibility
Get out of my bier…I just need to be alone
Get out my hair.I have nits already
Get over my rump now
What a nook for a love in.Who shall we loan?
Drink to his ass for it is perfectly tensed
Get up off that cat,,,I need it to kill a rat
Sex with a slogan.Lust if you must………..but do not ever dust
Sex and you both harm me
Get your luck into flow…Mihail told you so
Can feet laugh?
Can lips hiss?Can toes feel bliss?
- Bliss Now (happysattva.wordpress.com)
- What I know and must believe (wheeledwondersblog.wordpress.com)
- bliss (fheggi200.wordpress.com)
- Self Deprecating Humor (jeremyjude.wordpress.com)
- Midweek Humor (breathelighter.wordpress.com)
- Shakespeare said it best: (ifhappinesscanlastforever.com)
- I’ll also work on answering the phone before it rings… (oldienewbies.wordpress.com)