My heart is like a tired the lamb
my knees feel better with raspberry jam
all of these toxins pulled by the oxen’s are more than a foxy of mayhem and proxy
What would a willow say to a dead grave?!
what would a chimp offer to the young gimp?!
Sometimes mumbles and jumbles are true
Sometimes the worst is the appleby brew
When your boss gets his chocolate you are set free!!!
but there’s a spider on the wire hidden in the tree!!!
It’s better to test your best guess on his breast
before you obsess over Obama’s caress
What are we to do at the lake???
there’s fire in the puddles and the birds want to break!
Without a jog or a tide you’re done in but the wonder as sunder will be sent home again
All those old characters hate my poor taste
and every performer is a jellyfish snake
Chainsaws are yucky and I’m joking when I’m right
there’s a little dog to cry to you when you’d rather say good night
And the beasts of better memories drink Chinese lemonades
but you’ll never reach the patio with your horrid woven braids
My wishes are but immature but my taste for wine is lean
it’s hard to make the beauty out when the structure has been seen
There’s goodies for the gaudy and treaties for the tame
but Martha was an architect so your maze is really plain
My mouth is full of iodine my tongue is soaked in dew
the Orient of Idlewood is hardly something new
My feet are bangled, dangled drops and roses fill my ears my mother tried to honor me with the tiger from Algiers
The occupied personified electrified tartare is tastiest with pasty zest and olive pits, by far
But fill me up with rotting cups of ancient honey glass, for as you preach your sacred tidings I see up your ass!!!
I don’t have the charisma and I don’t have the hors d’oeuvres, but all the other elements fit in my feathered curves
So give me just a bit of flame! Scorching burns will do!! I just love your dancing peaks of energy and truth!!
By Sarah C Louise
Dedicated to Anna, dear Anna.