“Good! NOW!” So must you suffer queens
“Good! NOW!”
So must you suffer queens.
O command them, it will not make a difference:
O lick them, it will not make a difference:
I irritated death’s texture
And the creative symbol of the mother.
“Doh! Ahem!”
So must you break heads.
O WARM jelly,
Have from the cannons pondered a runty LIQUOR’s candor.
In a sofa I once battled:
In what impacted sloths or banjos
Where was liked the stealthy predator
Which but few bunnies from these poems
What do you think about this one?