Thursday, February 11, 2016

mouffetard

Mouffetard
12-31-15

To eventuate the result
Ultimately to tear down
And thou recreate the silence on seasons
As the girdle cleaves to the loins
O, shine on me and allow me to illuminate
That they might be unto me for a people
Start again today and hit the reset button
Broken in a tantrum in my gaming days for predilection
So the ends meet and she tells me not to try too hard to make it happen
don't need be alarmed
By a knock on someone else's door
For distant drums falling from our table crumbs
Where wee learn to fly and scale the sky
O, mouffetard will you be my bard....




My Last Fifteen, I Give
12-31-15

Giving my last fifteen
For the cause of my former year prolific
Greeting my yenta by the way of its contretemps
And importune occurance
As the sun battles the clouds
And it all seems like a dream
To the me of John Brown's rebellion
To plant my dilanthus deciduous
For our predilection
But why such fancy words
When we can tell it plainly
Reason: I love the language
You will not allow your one to see corruption....




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