Poems from egats
If it wrote a poem,
it would be a a greasy, three-times deep fried,
jelly filled, old fashioned,
sour kraut topped, english muffin,
octo-...
Just admit
That you
Don't
Can't
Won't
Ever be able to understand me, never ever be, ever be
Your telephone You talk to me throughWiretapped by The president's dogChef BoyardiPeter FondaA fairy called GabrielHester PyrnneKing...
i's that we had
at the round table
telepathic little smirk
ms. big success
yeah, yo te recuerdo
more often than
tú imagines
más que
las...
I bake carrot cake
I bake carrot cake for the birthdays and beyond
Even though I hate carrot cake I bake the damn thing and
my hands are...