Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Tale of the Robin
Anonymous
A robin is marked in time, hanging with a dirty sock.
Where the size of the tongue depresser was all that matters
Ever instantaneously, the tooth took its toll...
Piercing sounds, wails, crys, "Shut Up you profane bird!"
The day wearies, the hunting of mantises is fruitless, come to my embrace
With a mighty "Yawp!" Jane Doe bit into the tit of her prey
Singing of contempt, hand towel-like dreams I dreamt, O robin what are you?
Cast me down from heaven for disregarding of opium dens.
What did the robin have in his little toe?


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