Drop me a line!
I used to think that
it would be a real pleasure
to articulate Lori.
One day, though, the sun
whispered a reminder. She's
not articulatable.
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And this is a poem/transcription of how I heard the dialogue between two ladies outside the beer store. One was getting into her car and the other likely did not have a car. Also, dialogue spelled like 'dialog' looks gross.
Guess which speaker owns the car
See no evil.
...
Hear no evil.
...
Speak no evil.
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I'm just kidding, Happy New Year!
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