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“We must polish the Polish furniture.”
As the ferry flounders, it wishes
for fairy wings.
Red rain is never as bloody
as a red reign.
The princess rose to pee,
and that’s when she found the pea.
The collar was white hare, but
the caller labeled it just hair.
Vikings loved their battle axes, and
conquered others on every axis.
When struck in the face with a hard ball,
there’s nothing to do but just bawl.
Too many folks have lost their senses as
they join Trump’s burgeoning census.
When the temps top a 100, one doesn’t need
to coax others to consume cokes.
A muddy pond of ravenous koi
can never be considered coy.
Suddenly I hear the sound of murderous caws
for no apparent cause.
A young maiden who is chaste
is simply waiting to be chased.
Crushed blackberries must certainly die
to render some Native American dye.
I feel obligated to have to add, one
never finds a job from an ad.
Though haggard and leaden-eyed,
the resistance waits for the next Ide.
Yes, there’s a manager who oversees
all produced goods that are sent overseas.
No matter how hard
the wind blew, its lips neverturned shades of blue.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub