A Drunken Patty CakeA Poem by Malice Hookthe culprits got what they deserved
You two in the shadowed corner
Clapping red hands to nursery rhyme, Slotted perfectly into the tire swing-- Two in two split in time. And as the mounted sees the far, You climb to a non-existent high As I wish the entangled spider web To push and deflate you to my size. And as I witness an encircling dust, I can't help but to talk to myself and ask why Because the tornado has just begun, But there's no time for your silly goodbyes.
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Added on February 10, 2013 Last Updated on February 10, 2013 Author
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