Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Unicorn glue

Once upon a time, back when rhymes were better than misaligned lines in prose

Back when (1954) you could have baddies and goodies, and you weren't required to story arc the most venal cunt in the plot

He just could be a shit, and didn't need to have a reason

There was a nasty man who lived under the bridge and played with his twanger most days

Until he heard goats up above

Billy goat big, and plot device medium, and little tiny, one inch tall, billy goat ant

Well, he got up out of his hole in the reek

And shot them

Then he ate them

And nailed their fairy tails to his fender

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