Remembering Molly
1-15-17
O, foreign picturesque delegation melancholy
Remembering Molly but not for folly
To emblazon all heraldic devices
Praise God, it's two in the afternoon
All for the Unitarian
That as well makes his way soon
By rows of rightly men
And a vacuum cleaner that runs like this here pen
Where three is one and Me is Sun
Lopsided and wry
Quite prided we sigh
A gasping of relief
And clasping of the fist of the thief....
Brown (The Coat)
1-15-17
Elemental brown
The coat in her silky gown
For wheat and such an oat
Dying to come to know what that sound is
Turned out is was only a vacuum cleaner
Of its peaceful demeanor in mottled grey
Brown plumage for torticollis tolerable
As gentle rumboldian cough on his guitar
Listen in on the silence of my stentorian star
How happy is the stone of stones
Time to drop out to eat and sleep
In that I said enough....
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