If you stretched the imagination long enough, this would be a poem.
I wish I could show you the sky right now
It's specked with clouds like a jersey cow
I saw it through the slats in the busy loo
And I thought of calling someone, but who
Could I show a moo sky from here
It would be different if you were near..
And while I thought and looked and wondered and blinked
The cow had gone home - it had been milked.
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(If you shrink your imagination short enough, this MIGHT pass off as a poem, you gotta be incredibly drunk though)
Ooo said the cow,
catching it's brow,
A litre here & a pint there,
I've been milked so much my tail won't wag,
Though all I am is a bull dressed in drag
hey r,
you taurean? that's a poem a taurean would write!
title -- "The Milky Way"?
Hey Khakra,
Yes - the milky way..very profound. (she bows in manner of extras in the Star Trek studio)
:-)))
WHat's with the loo?
Its a cute poem... :p
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