smoking the special herb behind the shed when
the monkey suddenly appeared
and took a puff puff puffity puff of the magic
marker which had mysteriously started
to bleed a rare blood the color of
my Uncle Ivan's underpants which had, until now, never
had skid marks that smelt like
a Holstein cowpat on a wet day
but the smell brought back fond memories of
(lol Clary)
in April when the daffodils are
blooming and the birds are
(Welcome to A2K partyfiend!!)
roasting with a honey and sage stuffing reminiscent of
the old days when I use to
(your welcome)
the time that I did that really gross thing with the
I rescued from the jaws of
