Onion dues
Posted: March 26th, 2005, 3:21 pm
Round and round,
and round,
she went,
when she finally
hit balance,
her spirit
was spent.
Shuffled to sorrow,
stuck like glue,
peel it off,
pay yere onion dues!
Soggy eyes clear,
clarity springs,
oh what terrible poetry,
it brings.
and round,
she went,
when she finally
hit balance,
her spirit
was spent.
Shuffled to sorrow,
stuck like glue,
peel it off,
pay yere onion dues!
Soggy eyes clear,
clarity springs,
oh what terrible poetry,
it brings.