Thomas Paine
07-07-2015, 10:03 PM
Once upon a midnight dreary weak brained and very weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume f fetal lore
As of some two gently rapping at that refridgerator door
It's some visitor I muttered tap at that refridgerator door
Only that and nothing more
Ad, distinctly I remember it was a bleak day at my office door
And each and every dying ember behind that refridgerator door
Eagerly Imwished for my Myrna with those fetal gohst on the floor
From my swollen brain surcease of sorrow for those lost fetuses all the more
For that radiant life whom the angels through the mother bore
Nameless here for ever more
Composed and edited by Po-po Poet
Presented by,Thomas Paine
Your most humble servants, TOMPOCO
Over many a quaint and curious volume f fetal lore
As of some two gently rapping at that refridgerator door
It's some visitor I muttered tap at that refridgerator door
Only that and nothing more
Ad, distinctly I remember it was a bleak day at my office door
And each and every dying ember behind that refridgerator door
Eagerly Imwished for my Myrna with those fetal gohst on the floor
From my swollen brain surcease of sorrow for those lost fetuses all the more
For that radiant life whom the angels through the mother bore
Nameless here for ever more
Composed and edited by Po-po Poet
Presented by,Thomas Paine
Your most humble servants, TOMPOCO