Monday, June 16, 2008

It happened on a midnight dreary...

I could feel the air so eerie.
I spied a watchman working,
and as I stood there lurking,
the icing slid off my cupcake.
I frowned at my feet
but they made no reply.
the sun shone on my bald cake
as I sipped the remains of my coffee
and thus the remains of the day.

(P.S. Some randomness that one day might be revived, or is it revised.)

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