It is one of the hottest days the country's ever seen. Four tired men ride their horses. A fifth one is driving a big wagon. Slowly they ride away from my freedom. I'm in that wagon. I'm trying to accept that I'm no longer a free man. Get your shit together man, I thought to myself, You are not gonna survive the week if you think like that.
-Hey officers, why didn't you lock me up in the city jail? Why are you tormenting yourselves?You slowly melt under the scorched sun, while I am in a wagon with a surprisingly cool temperature.You...
Who'z a funny bunny?You! You are!" Funny bunny waz not funny at all. It waz dead zeriouz. However itz name waz Funn˙ zo- *Ahem* -We used the name thing on the previous poem. -Okay I'll try that again... He replaced the word funny with the word the.
The bunny waz not funny at all. It waz dead zeriouz. Zo zeriouz, it got up and zaid:
"He who dared to challenge my sanity, Shall remember these days, as the days I started having fun.However when these days end,I will rest forevermore"
As it weighs the portals of its own life Like a brainstormed chameleon who weeps Like a vagabond who watches the passing ships Under the tunnel, over the valley Before him stood Billabong Sally
"Sally honey, what would you do If a bird flew right onto you?" Billabong Sally knew what Froggity Frog Froggidy meant by that. She grabbed her cane and started walking excruciatingly slow towards the door. Next station.Away from Froggity Frog Froggidy. DING-DONG. Her legs trembled at the sound of the doorbell. Her head turned slowly...