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Green Monsters and Cradles

Hideous grin you’d think it a sin
Pulsing roids, burst of zoids
Like a four eyed monster
Or a tripping green gangster
When puzzles unaware
Come together down there
Rip out each other’s hair
Gasp, then collapse there bare.

Yea, puzzle down there
Everyone does stare
Time spent in her uterus
Some say god sent to us

Time is not on her side
Delivered to be a she
Puffy eyes closed
Little slits she can’t see
Cute pug nose
Little screams from her throat
Eyebrows on fire
To give her a breast
You’re in this quagmire

“No time left for you”
It’s all a ‘Cat In The Hat’
The hideous grin does begin
It all comes around once again.

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Something reminds me of Carroll in here.. Oh! It's this poem! Kinda grabs you right from the start with that opening rhyme and tells a tale that's been told forever. In a New way. At least for me. I do, I like green eggs and ham! I do, I like them, Sam-I-am!

Blessed Be
April Dawn

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people
from the limited ways in which they see and feel." -Jim Morrison

You might appreciate it even more if ya saw the image that I wrote from :~)
It's too bad we cannot post an image with a poem here.
Oh well...
Later,

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And that's how I see it,
Mark

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Was it One Fish, Two Fish Red Fish, Blue Fish? Somehow I rather doubt it.

Blessed Be
April Dawn

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people
from the limited ways in which they see and feel." -Jim Morrison

I don't partake of drinking from unmarked bottles however I will eat cake no mater the matter.
Hmm my feets are small today Hmm....

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And that's how I see it,
Mark

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Well hell,
That unmarked bottle is what did Alice in! Well, that and the Red Queen.
I like all sorts of edibles, although the ones Mother gave me didn't do anything at all.....

Blessed Be
April Dawn

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people
from the limited ways in which they see and feel." -Jim Morrison

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