Let me tell you the tale of Bunny The Kid
And one of the dastardly things she did
Down in New Mexico long, long ago
Her bladder was full; she thought it would flow.
The young lass Weathersby,
Reared a rake lecher
The boy gained infamy,
As a cruel corrupter
Each conniving victory,
Sent his renown farther
‘Til the repeated story,
Hit the ears of a roamer
She vowed utter destruction,
To get his goat superbly
Leaving the boy’s seduction,
An act even he would decry
Pitch sputters and spits on the cat
A harsh meow and scamper away
Stitches pause, then roll down the line.
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Autumn leaves make the crisp air electric igniting my memories scattered from childhood to adult.
And continue to hide my fright
From all those who alight
They need not know my piles
Or wonder about my daily trials
Pink clouds reflect morning sunrise
Above the mountain purple skies
Reaching to touch the morning star
A black ribbon afar
Space touches the planet breath
Then exhaling the night’s death
The koy pond sat still.
All the fish deep seeking cold.
Temps high near 100.
Purple flowers love the heat.
Webbed frogs burrow in mud.
