whuz-yu yonsky
I spell poorly too,unt my trans lingual
attempts are just deplorable.
Singling out dear ol’ herbie is unfair and
just plain,whats a word…?
now I sug-jest
what could be best
to stem the tide of lithargy
to contemplate the future of us all
as I go back
to dream of vern and little Margie.
as to the fear
shoved to the rear
who said it I don know
when you think they’re
all out to get you
it dosent mean they’re not.
somebody taste this gravy.
or perhaps this apple from the old lady
…ambrose…
bastard surf schools?
Yah dis is verbotten in asguard
der norse gods
teach dere own
unt strikendown the
bastards wit lightnin
carbon fibre is a conductor!?
giv dem all der carbon fiber schtixen.
teechin is fine
but just like fine wine
it must be savored a glass at a time
squirin’ a small herd
just to hear your
golden word
belch forth
with eriuditeness
is just another way
that some choose to express
their flawed black and whiteness.
the anal ports that choose to proport
massive schools of surf
owned and managed in absentia
are the ones whoo
have sullied the venue
for cottage industry esquellitas
be that as it may
there will come a day
when 500,000 out of many million
is not enough
to stop the tide of regulation
when it becomes
more obvious to the
powers that be
that the funds being raised
are not paltry,
The long legislative arm
will slowly unfold
and reach for part of the action
they have grand plans
and without the funds
their dreams and campagains
just cant get traction.
that were all doomed
is forgone and yes it’s true
the flower has bloomed
ah ? ya gonna do?
the petals will fall
collect on the ground
compost in autum
terra wil l… be firma
take a deep breath
go under this wave
…OUTSIDE>>>!!!
there is another waiting
…ambrose…
somebody call…
Bob Coughlin,He
looks good in his sacremento suit
and that old pipe of his is a beaut
interesting to me,
how the seat of government in california
mingles conceptual church and state
by governing from a place named
Sacremento,
Is this not the body of Christ
en EL catechism de catho-espaanola?
contrare my dear friends
to all that attends
the rules for all on the arena
are traditionally written on the shores of the ocean
named for peace in the language o’ ESPANA
darn,
this here type wrighter aint got no ennnya
I cringe whenn I want it an it aint there
when that Cubana profesora reads this she’ll
just wanna schreem out lout.