JacobF
07-14-2009, 01:34 AM
I may be setting myself up for a face plant by posting this, considering all the quality poetry on here, but i'll give it a shot.
There’s nothing like a platoon breakfast,
mealy-mouthy goodness,
to settle that crippled siren’s tune.
It digests like budding seedlings
during the flan-and-berry evening,
while the night stews where no one dare goes.
Then it tip-toes in,
with a dog-lipped grin,
and with one bludgeon it pounds with formal fury.
At least the breakfast was for champions,
with that good ol’ same ol’
rusty penny taste.
There’s nothing like a platoon breakfast,
mealy-mouthy goodness,
to settle that crippled siren’s tune.
It digests like budding seedlings
during the flan-and-berry evening,
while the night stews where no one dare goes.
Then it tip-toes in,
with a dog-lipped grin,
and with one bludgeon it pounds with formal fury.
At least the breakfast was for champions,
with that good ol’ same ol’
rusty penny taste.