Rubber chicken,
Plastic duck.
The year is over;
That’s just our luck.
Ceramic peacock,
Wooden goose.
Next year is nigh
So I must vamoose.
Rubber chicken,
Plastic duck.
The year is over;
That’s just our luck.
Ceramic peacock,
Wooden goose.
Next year is nigh
So I must vamoose.
Filed under Poems
Erm, hey there everybody.
I’d like to say something.
Though I understand if you don’t want to hear it.
If you’re bored, just do your thing.
So, well… I’ll be gone
Tomorrow, away from internet.
Thus there won’t be a post,
Unless it’s something you really want to get.
I’m really very terribly sorry
To say this to you.
(Actually that’s BS)
And until Tuesday, toodaloo!
Filed under Poems, To the Reader