Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Day 108/366

When a topic didn't come to mind,
To write today's post,
I asked the people in the room,
And each one spewed out words.

Like Jesus reading Sherlock Holmes
And asking "Who nailed me?"
Or food or beer or chicken curry
Such entertaining company.

Walking around the room,
The fat, long dog did burp.
In my head all that I want
Is to hear little birdies chirp.

The right ingredients of humor,
In new friends that I have made.
This won't be ending soon,
Unless we face a raid.

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