The car went beep,
beeeep!,
the bird went che-
-eeeeeep.
A little girl learnt how to
weep
herself to sleep.
6.10.08
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The car went beep,
beeeep!,
the bird went che-
-eeeeeep.
A little girl learnt how to
weep
herself to sleep.
Labels:
Imagined verse
7 comments:
Jane Eyre in the post-modern world?
roadkill, perchance?
DDD:
Okaaaaaay. Reasoning, please.
Shyam:
Squish, indeed.
why so gruesome?
(DDD's Jane Eyre ref puzzled me much. the best i can come up with is that maybe the mad woman in the attic went mad with grief because her pet budgie was killed by a cruel car... no?)
ok. what just happened to that new post?
Brin:
Same-to-same.
Space:
Heh. We do maaaaaagic.
No? Ok. Scroll down. I left it as dated on the day that I began to draft it, so it shows up as September on the blog, but shows up first in feeds. Go figure.
hehe... well actually, I forgot all about the birdie dying... concentrated on the girl going to bed weeping and that was so Jane Eyre... or so I thought anyway. I sincerely doubt I was thinking clearly when I wrote that.
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