Jan 22, 2006 23:37
Snivel at him.
He walks by giggling, wussy pussy
Shuffle 'em up.
Those swaying grass taunt and fawn.
He is woeful.
Enjoying bits of the winds since
Rain never came.
He comes, huffing and puffing.
Snort and sniff.
Shift and squirm.
Cackling cacophony.
Humourous harmony.
He laughs.
He grins.
He cries.
Look at him.