Milk the Dog and Walk the Cow
April 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012
MILK the dog and walk the cow.
I’ll bet you twenty-five cents.
A courtly old demon, kind to all.
Armadillo writing a check.
Checkbook has a space pen
Whose cap has an excellent dent.
Ibex took the pen cap, but he
Never said please and thank you.
Skunks got under the vault,
But it doesn’t smell that bad.
The wheel of a ship on the door of the vault
Is twice the weight of God.
Darling starling, clicking away
Like the sound of a ceiling fan. Turn
The wheel on the door of the vault,
Ya passive-aggressive pigeon.
Ya Wikipedia William. Yeah,
Bring it, I ain’t scared.
In fact, I’m looking forward,
’Cuz you my buzzard, my BFF.
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April 24, 2012