I was wearing my FlowerBomb
And skipping along with a thong
Right past dear Ellie
In bright green wellies*
Her mother's disgust was quite strong
*Rubber boots
I was wearing my FlowerBomb
And skipping along with a thong
Right past dear Ellie
In bright green wellies*
Her mother's disgust was quite strong
*Rubber boots
Summer grasses
All that remain
Of warriors' dreams--Basho
My officemate is out for the day
I have decided that I will misbehave
I break out my bottle
Punch the sprayer like a throttle
I love when I can overspray
Think interjection, dialog and simile
Onomatopoeia, allusion and imagery
With alliteration, notwithstanding
Personification's soft landing,
Some limericks eschew supersymmetry!
Summer grasses
All that remain
Of warriors' dreams--Basho
Stercus, a fine scent about holes
No, not the ones made by moles
Perfumery wit
Pertaining to shit?
Or some crap about ass and the soul?
It sounds like Orto Parisi Stercus
Could be a bit of a circus
I can't be succincter:
It's all about sphincter
Why would anybody use it on purpose?
After pondering what to wear
I whipped out the old Vent Vert
Bitter, yet juicy
Loved by Debussy
Made me feel like a green teddy bear
Chanel Pour Monsieur
Way back in the year '84
I first wore the old Monsieur of lore
The greatest cologne
That I've ever known
'They don't make 'em like that any more!'
There's a leathery rose that I know
Which the French mispronounce as Galop
Though I'd thought it a flop
Must now have me Galop
And its tacky and saddlery sheau.
There is no beauty / That cannot be more abused / To beauty's effect.
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