I Usually Spend Hours On Poems, But I'll Try It

A mail-order bride

a deep-wounded pride

a sanction, a penchant, a horse none can ride

Standing outside of a town rendered dead

Cheeks flaming red

Cases been plead

Now that everything 's been done and said

She'll subsist quite sparsely

on six sprigs of parsely

 

 

OpheliacInsomnia OpheliacInsomnia
13-15, F
2 Responses Feb 11, 2010

Thanks. :)

Altright -- I nice original concoction of humor and fun! Pat yourself on the back! Wasn't that fun!!!!<br />
Do it again! Do it again!