Prolific Bunker Hunters
Grey silhouetted; Grey scavengers
Pouncing in at close quarters
I lay still in my close
Anticipating requests of tumbling twattlers
But they’re perfect and far too many
Years of practice, and shame gone awry
They bug, they pest and smell of gutters
Plummeting souls of Prolific Bunker Hunters
Perhaps they all are not Grey
Minstrels and Mistresses caught in a disarray
Helping or heaping just might pay off
Laughter, skin or sanity aloft
One likes it here on the other side though
Not a hunter with furrowing brows
It takes an effort you see, setters?
To not to be among the Prolific Bunker Hunters
Pouncing in at close quarters
I lay still in my close
Anticipating requests of tumbling twattlers
But they’re perfect and far too many
Years of practice, and shame gone awry
They bug, they pest and smell of gutters
Plummeting souls of Prolific Bunker Hunters
Perhaps they all are not Grey
Minstrels and Mistresses caught in a disarray
Helping or heaping just might pay off
Laughter, skin or sanity aloft
One likes it here on the other side though
Not a hunter with furrowing brows
It takes an effort you see, setters?
To not to be among the Prolific Bunker Hunters
posted by Half Moon Fletcher at 9:05 AM
1 Comments:
Voila! nice change. Where'd you make the Half Moon Fletcher thing?
well, good you did something to your own blog.
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