Only my heads

Only my head's too big for boots  
those that hide in sweet birthday suits  
these irritate, make mad, all cats,  
or those great big, concrete, slab hats  
I dither now, which way, to choose?  

There are things which glow green cloud roots  
beyond the isle of lamb licked brutes,  
whom, have no grief, cos got no mats  
Only, my heads?

I'll teach those brute lambs how to toot  
toons, show birthday suits shorter routes,
while youse rehouse all those mad cats  
beneath that, concrete, slab hat, that
is why there's nothing here, too cute,
Only, my heads...
Written by Insiderew (Rew)
Published | Edited 9th Apr 2021
Author's Note
a nonsense rondeau.

a nonsense rondeau.

"hmm, sex might sell, a bit... quicker?"
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