Sunday, May 15th, 2005 06:32 pm
We Should Talk About This Problem
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There is a Beautiful Creature
Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Beside your soft earthen mounds,

And I often sing.

But still, my dear,
You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem -

Otherwise,
I will never leave you alone.
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Tuesday, May 17th, 2005 12:27 pm (UTC)
Ahh a cutesey poem about a strange obsessive love affair with a wombat. Or a mole, but as most english folk (of a certain age) know the only way to deal with a mole is with a shotgun, a swivel chair and a torch to tape to your shotgun.
Tuesday, May 17th, 2005 03:18 pm (UTC)
Philistine.