Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

The Doctor
Anonymous
"Form!" trumpeted the cool man, the keeper of doctors
Biting like a dead koala the situation fell to amorous motives
Transporting its way along, like a cobra in the grass.
Crooked smiles were repelled as the heads rolled along the mottled tiled floor
Airplanes are larger than caribous, likewise a torn ligament is better than nothing.
It became many llamas in an optimistic train.
Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning black tear
On my ferry I will ride with Queen Victoria at my side
Spare me your dull bauble or I shall crush.


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