Beware the three eyed GLAK. he floats in from who knows where and hovers, poised to attack, when your deep in thought or consumed with some thoughtful task he let's loose with a smelly GLAK you turn around but cannot find the stinking thing from who knows where, his job is done, he went back.
Beware the three eyed GLAK.
ReplyDeletehe floats in from who knows where
and hovers, poised to attack,
when your deep in thought or consumed
with some thoughtful task
he let's loose with a smelly GLAK
you turn around but cannot find
the stinking thing from who knows where,
his job is done, he went back.
The sensitive nature of your poetry brings a tear to my eye.
ReplyDeleteWrite on, dear friend, write on.
That's methane, my friend.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first saw this I immediately thought of that calvin and hobbes where calvin burps real loud at the dinner table.
ReplyDeleteAwesome creature, I love it!..so ugly and so cute all at the same time.
Nice poetry jack =P