metricated dozen. Slowly
, Vic’s tears washed
into his Jamesons
nearly empty tumbler
[size=65]I figured that after a few days there would be more reading material. What happened? Did everyone decide to be productive members of society all at the same time? Or have we lost that special … flavor … odor … hmm? I think I’ve become distracted. Carry on. [/size]
.
Naked and rampant
the tumbler sought
enlightenment and self-fulfilment
and the trapeze-artiste
oscillated perpetually betwixt
enlightenment and self-fulfillment
,too.
Marauding transvestites
dressed as pirates
in pink pantaloons
toted several barrels
of homemade fun
-dermentalist’s grog, heretofore
, unavailable to non-Creationists
, being a figment
of an argument
for a mindset