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Another fallen star, look, quickly catch it!
Another tragic poem, simply ignored for wit.
Flip the page, skip it, just reverse your screen,
onto happier days, who cares how others have been.
Do they care? The silent ones? Its really hard to say,
let's drown a little kitten, and then they might pray.
A little wicked humor, carefully, walking on egg shells,
here comes that awful stink. Again, who? I won't tell.
Wait, listen, a sound! (listens) A sigh?
For most readers this will be our “goodbye”
Lick mother toad for luck, laughing as you cringe,
the terrorist has returned, the run away pen.
Smashing tea pots and spilling all that good soup,
the heaven only knows, how this nemesis got lose.
Someone check the sun dial! Ah, tis witching hour,
put away your fluffy clouds, the rain just became sour.
Let us dance for sex, and die so we can be laid,
like glorified knights of old, and those fair dead maids.
Find your four leaf clover, and paint the door post red,
let all the darkness written, pass blindly past your head.
A diary much edited, to make it more refined,
its not like we can see your face, and know you really lied.
Welcome to candy land, oh dear, seems you are to tall,
perhaps its about time for your reality check after all.
There goes the giant talking mouse, stop him he might know,
all the answers on a T.V screen, and you are in control.
Another nobody died today, sad but, oh well.
Oh dear! That actress, what’s her name? Now there's a story to tell!
It's regrettable, so forgettable, but amendable,
really now, then why write at all?
We'll dive in for the drowning kitten, and then leave her behind,
the rest would take to long to say inside a rhyming line.