Wednesday, April 8, 2015

born chivalrous

a newborn in the hospital crib
poked his neighbour in the rib
gurgled this may be a wrong time
but I have to apprise you of a crime
while you were asleep they quietly stole
and left you with that gaping hole
she gasped, how did they ever pinch
something smaller than half an inch
now pray what am I supposed to do
(I don’t suppose you might have two?)
shattered thus, she began to cry
weeing and waaing and wanting to die
the first one, gallant, said I’m there
worry not dearie, we’ll simply share

ram cobain

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