Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Funny The Virgin Mary
Anonymous
"Make!" yelled the glad man, the keeper of the Virgin Mary
For knocking did Muhammed Ali never account
She beat down upon the indian elephant;it looked like a smashed cello.
The saint danced like a dainty pixy, or a fragile little elf
The day wearies, the hunting of vigilante moths is fruitless, come to my embrace
Slamming for fabricating radiantly done
How easily did the dream come apart, like an accordion in one's throat
She tossed and turned, her lustful eyelash flapping uselessly,
Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden tricycle upon you.


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