Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I Made A Fly Retarded When I Bashed Him On The Head

I thought to make it quick and clean, and now he's not quite dead.

I should have hit him harder when he landed on my fudge,

'Cause now I'm dealing with a zombie-fly who's got a grudge.
Labels:

1 comment:

  1. BarbSeptember 24, 2009 at 2:56 PM

    I can actually see the illustration for this lovely poem!

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)