eggs

Today is national egg day, nowadays I will only post occasionally, but what can I say, time is slipping through the cracks like an incontinent Mormon. Here’s a poem I wrote:

My cat has an hairy shed,
And rain seeps through the cracks like an incontinent husband, all bald in the head,
His name is Bridges Bardong,
Bob.

My cat has an TV,
Crackle crackle, pig in blender, pee-wee!
Big scary lines pointing to Skye the up,
Me get scared, so eyes have to have shut,
Bob.

I feeling sick, go I to ospikal,
Feel so achy, like a twisted tostikal,
I do diddy do, big cola bottle,
Bob

I do not make it, right eye from above,
God not here, he roller the dove,
I now tell you what become of me,
Bob.