In the lid of the eye,
the poop fairy nestles.
Dropping by in wee hours,
a wiggle bears a treat.
The splash, the plunge, the ripple,
while you lay there sound asleep.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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Strolling through infinity...
The stallion seeks inspiration in an infinitely silly universe, to satisfy his appetite for utter nonsense.