by cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland, USA
Sep 2014 528 Views 11 comments
A lock of my hair..lol
O thou trembling maiden who
thouest wouldest to meeth
be a recipient of thou mine
locks of golden har..
Thy mumbling lips doth beg
me while on bended knee
From the top of this terrace
I have snipped for thee a lock
for thine inheritance
I snip and fling my locks to
the wind and the angels doth
bare them up and place them
in your mortal hands
Go now, and showeth to the
maidens of the village with what
grace thy king hath bestowed upon
thy mortal frame
lol
thouest wouldest to meeth
be a recipient of thou mine
locks of golden har..
Thy mumbling lips doth beg
me while on bended knee
From the top of this terrace
I have snipped for thee a lock
for thine inheritance
I snip and fling my locks to
the wind and the angels doth
bare them up and place them
in your mortal hands
Go now, and showeth to the
maidens of the village with what
grace thy king hath bestowed upon
thy mortal frame
lol
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Posted: Sep 2014
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Comments (11)
I am contemplating if YOU need therapy, OR...you are giving us "laugh therapy"!
Keep those pencils sharpened!
Ja
I feel so much better now!!
hast filed my application for certifiableness. O, how a mere
locketh of mine har hath sendeth tremers thoughout the
kingdom. These solemn words shall be inscribed on the
royal scroll:
'Hark ye hair old angels singth.'
Cafeth
of the moment. Put thy hand to thy mouth O child
and snicker no more..
three packs of the royal nylons for thou hath comforted
his troubled mind for he hath had a bad hair day. Go
in peace.
Tho de cafe
with royal dredlocks? O my bouncing child, send me a
maidens for thy kings check hath bounced for he hath
spent his inheritance on the royal meds.
Your medicated king
p.s.To Cafe, oh thou most thoughtful of thinkers, tis a great rendition of your condition & position in this most grateful & humbleth corner(and I really don't know what I'm sayin')
AND
I think maybe your comments outdid your poem!!!
AND
I shall return when I have more time-thanks for all the doses of laugh meds Cafe Jim!!!