well, it doesn't come in on little cat feet does it?
Sheffer Crossword Puzzle Poem Draft 9/30/08, First Go
When even peacocks dress in drab
come in from damp
office days in a daze no craze for debs
to don what they do not have. Aloe,
as they say on phones in India. Ill
winds blow or was that trickle down?
Nero never learned to fiddle, Rome
burned. Ideas too and passions, our
urge to act up or whine like nine
year olds when you don't send me
where we wanted to go in our Volvos.
Oh we're drab enough now that hope
has fallen in the dunning ditch and
which of us takes the blame? Have
we grown this tame, heads hung low
and laughing all at once as though
the curtain doesn't billow for me
and you. Too. Rub our heads for luck
till we go bald. Trim our sails
for diapers. Should have kept the van
fantan man. TV shows for true
but we are here or were and near
to seeing or we will before we set.