“this piece is titled::::::::: THE CROCK pot’s”

“”””clear throat… mic on… ready or not…..”

The crock Pot’s

sludge soup with nutz

Allergy: alert will drive you and the cat looney tunes and make you want to #2, throw up or FART on their

Butt’s and you may have the after effects of:

#1 peeing on their pudding pops

CROCK POPpop corn and BLUE ruesRooozee Rooster.

Roasting Toxic turkey meet may cause dizzy side effects

and sleepy brain and you may wake up in somebody else’s dirty underwhere… Don’t drink and drive and wear a condom.. boyz only

Girlz Clean up the croc pot and eat your pudding… Alexa

play holiday classics….#####

are you a hero willing to talk even when your voice cracks and his veins pop out. Will you be brave and hold the hand of risky behavior to lead by example. A hero lies inside the bars in some villages at 15 with heros in blue jumpers. Not a hero throwing stale bananas at the couch stains and not a hero gathered with the ducks feeding sour dough to the quackers.

Not a hero but a menace in under cut gib jabber slurred words dripping ketchup on that bench. Yelling heros standing tall to the anthem so sentimental under the lights bought by the loud mouth pto in the middle there. Can we have a shout out to discount relish refills and a new flavor icy pop.

A hero naked saying the confronted victim move or I will fart in your face and spit on your kneck and you will run further than the arrow animated at the stunt training meeting where i sat in the chair behind you. You don’t recognize my skin I see. OOO here the mirror or the mask will keep my moon off the moon shining through the window behind you. Dont look back or you may catch my bare belly in the reflection in the glass.

Gamora not so glamourous when the words don’t match the carpet…..

Come out and play brothers and sisters. neighbors and friends.

What’s the story “morning glory!!!!!!!!????!” I heard your television blaring out the window while I was on the yellow rotary phone,,,, I got at a tag sale.

I have a joint if you want to play gin rummy; by the apple tree or; the bare spot that marks it’s grave.

No need to talk and break down communication?…!! when the swing set’s is where we share our secretshhhhhh that grown ups can never know?

What do you crave check mate tea or crumpets,, and,,, piano …or… a picnic.

Imaginary cluster,, brown nuts fallen from the maple, or pine tree?? and who I whisper to under the forsythia bushes.

the game being played is a gamesmanship that i ignore with giggly experiments sung to……….. “light as a feather stiff as a board… I’m not moving it…no I’m not; promise” and another round of rummy or setback?………

swat. the pests. away, before they taste the mud pie and discover my worm ant soup. A smell to drive away those who can’t see pixies and will kill fireflies spice and dandy lion herbs for flavor….. “Dam weed…sooo, what?!!! it is pretty? green.. grass is greener…………………a triangle is a squirrel…

I am two years old and i want the candy

I am 12 years old and i secretly want the candy

I am 16 years old and i can have the candy

I am 20 years old and I steal the candy

I am 30 years old and I eat grapes

I am 35 years old and wild grapes are sour

I am 40 years old and i never liked grapes

I am 45 years old and my grapes are sour and that is life being on the rain-e-er side of the street…………….

magical thinking

you don’t mean what you say

polite potion of poison placed so erratically by my nightstand

the world is safe for me but dangerous for you at every turn

so keep yourself small to be my pet

shine your light onto my failed marriage to make it all seem ok

a retirement of hate and simple justifications that only a fool could believe

A loyalty to salute at all cost that i can’t afford he whispers

change that word, add that line and my mark is set upon you forever

never to leave me but forbidden to speak.

cradle to grave

i only wiped your butt so that you can wipe mine

forever

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me

and ruel the day magic.