Just Deserts!
A dash of venom
A drop of spice
Nine parts of those
Distilled from ice.
Washed down
With old preserves
From jars
Of hot minute
Particulars.
Bad type
A verse or two
Impose.
Thin waffles
Pixelate your prose
Then chant!
A bottle of
Mulled wine
Decant.
Then let it all
Slip down your throat
And feast on
Thespians and
Poets.
Frank Murphy.
A Happy Christmas to everyone!
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
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