Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Wandering: Frustration

Ach! You fractious fowl!
How you honk and whir
like feathered watercraft.

Ach! What mess!
Your every dropping
feigning fungi -- feh.
Posted by Moma Fauna at 12:39 PM
Labels: , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...