can’t say i hate ya…didn’t know ya well enough for that…can’t say i love ya neither…knew ya was a Brown rat…
The roaring 20’s, the age of jazz.
For the first time in history, women were what they wore
rather than the children they bore.
Solid like the homeland, built to last like your impossible dream.
The color of the dress was Blood Red
the color associated with needles, transfusions,
debilitating intestinal bleeds.
But I was wrong and it didn’t take long before that Star-Spangled Banner no longer waived o’er the Land of the free, and home of the brave.
What a wicked little fox to
commit such a heinous crime.
I do not see why I should agree with anyone else but me. It’s a chance that I take to break out of this crate in which, I’ve hidden for too many years. Jump you declare? How do you dare? This time, I flat out, refuse.
While others conjure theatrical images,
All I do is to sound crass.
CATS OF MANY COLOURS Marmalade kitten pie in my sky, you’re the apple of this little girl’s eye. Marmalade kitten I’ll hold you tight. Come on let’s go home, right? Tommy Oyster my middle man I couldn’t be a bigger fan. Tommy Oyster softest grey and white Formal dress? Let’s make it a night. Dead cat the colour of ebony Why won’t my feelings flow? Dead cat Is it a felony? At my age, I can’t let you go
Wicked Witch of Amsterdam 7 May 1944 Persevering, dependable, relaxed, and calm; Patient and steady, Stuck in a rut. ___ Prizes wit and cunning and trickery; Clever with finances. Adores reading. ___ Silver-tongued scattered thoughts The mind of a thief. Knows everyone, gets around. ___ There’s no place like home. Nostalgic and sentimental, Overly protective parent. ___ Flirtatious; hopeless romantic. A true performer, Drama for drama’s sake. ___ Warm and generous with employees, Shines through daily work. Adores rich food, has back problems. ___ Equal relationships, Requires tactful, diplomatic partner. Avoids divorce at all costs. ___ Tempts fate; deep interactions.…