Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Nonsense Poem

Pie of focal brain
Make me a piano from your grain
A loop of fruit
A knot from a boot
Soup quesadilla of a noose
Mutt the what, a Cyborg Moose
Pie tin, virtue of my statue
Smelling my skeleton's brew
Honebone soup?
A fruit loop.
Glass pressed on the moon
Smells like sand band nion
House cry in my eye, made of a fly July
Hot Super Hot Soft Butt
Yew Knew Lou Glue

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