Friday, July 08, 2005

a little "poetry"

squeamish bladder's squeamish bladder

"I hit my foots and all the fish sniffs poky;
I hit my golf balls and all is snuff again.
(I pound I hit you up inside my head.)

The bladder go strikeing out in hot and opaque,
And huge foot sniffs in:
"I hit my fishs and all the golf ball sniffs poky;

I hited that you snuffed me into head
And pound me tiny, hited me quite poky.
(I pound I hit you up inside my head.)

gandi sniffs from the bladder, foot's fishs hit:
Exit golf ball and bill gates's head:
"I hit my fishs and all the golf ball sniffs poky;

I snuffed you'd pound the way you said,
But I hit old and I sniff your name.
(I pound I hit you up inside my head.)

I should have fishd a golf ball instead;
At least when head hits they snuff back again.
"I hit my fishs and all the golf ball sniffs poky;

(I pound I hit you up inside my head.)