Saturday, April 16, 2011

NaPoWriMo Sonnet #16

Dear Congress,

There's a FLY on my SLICE yo! &
it's Fat Guy Night at the bar & grill
two for one drinks if you tip the scale
booby, blubba or blimpy-bounce
man, they're raffling shit off, too --
a high caloric Hey Bo Diddley &
High Colonics, I've learned, are not
lofty talkers descended from settlers //
Yo! I did not order a FLY on my SLICE
flies were not listed as condiments
for slice, for pie, for pie chart & for
H. Ross Perot NAFTA Lectureships --
Now! See! Gneow! Knee-ow! & how
our High Colonics have Obesefied //

Yrs, Constituent

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