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18 October 2009

Cray / Baked Goods

That's right, buddy, them
crawdaddies are all the same
(the Cray's short for
crayonpony,
roach of the
cock-a-doodle sea).

& milksteak with the fox?
surrender epithets about stockings
if your foxhole is for finding;
The hunt was glorious.

And the verses:
ah, well, let me be terse
in saying that sprockets cause
more problems than we give them due.

I too am averse to
verse after verse of petty
rhymes, puns and wordplay. Which is
why I strangely don't rhyme but let butter
run from one rum concoction to the next
and set my sights on the prize:
baked goods. We aren't that
thirsty after all.

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