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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

A poem about remembering the milk

... written in order to ensure that I remember the milk.

I MUST remember the milk.
I must remember the MILK!
I MUST remember
I MUST remember
Must I dismember the silk?

Must I dismember the silk?
Doth I marimba this ilk?
Doth I marimba,
A mamba, I dither,
So pilchards do rhumba with mutts?

Mutts plumbing the depths of the malt
Schttum flambeauxes with bimbos in kilts
Flim ums might kill 'im
Kimchi for the slums -
Ooh gosh my bum is itchy, I wonder if I scratch anyone will notice?

6 comments:

Carolyn Cordon said...

So, did you remember the milk?

TimT said...

For four days so far, no!

epicormicgrowth said...

Did anyone notice?

TimT said...

No again, including... me.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Potemkin the pill, darling.

TimT said...

I'm too busy not forgetting this.

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