Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Taken and left.

I of unsound mind,
Am in a bind.
The man I have watching the clock,
He maybe blind.
His release papers have yet to be signed,
Correctly.
My movements are mimed
And my washing powder is lined.
Surely I must be out of my mind,
This rabbit is not of my kind.
Is it right to grind?
I-nd not crazy,
I'm just behind.

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