Monday, September 7, 2009

Oh, how I miss the days
of the Bubonic Plagues,
my neighbors was in graves
and didn't ask for eggs.

2 comments:

Daniel said...

Oh, how I do remember
the days of Party power,
the folks was in they chamber
but didn't ask for flour.

vrostolsk said...

This poem makes my sides ache
there is in the oven a cake:
now I shall go and bake
and then you can have a piece

to eat.