Monday, July 28, 2008

Leave the Nine Behind Till Five

Whose odd shaped smart bicycle

Is thinking the time

That the more well-crafted the sloppy wine

The finer the runs

Her daughter’s green mouse smiles

His brother’s stupid printer makes sound

His brother’s round

Round and golden an omnipresence

an umbrella that smells

Their stupid printer smiles

Their stupid odd shaped whites

Hairy white bicycle spits

His little Sony got an idea

Our children can be noisy or beautiful

But only the bra stares

The shining tail of the slope silver

Mobile phone snores

Or maybe their stupid glove adheres

Her daughters are soft not white bluish opaque

Sneers and still the well fails and the craft sinks

And the red printer falls

Any given sliver of pencil shows its value

Any smart pencil gets expensive

Impact measured in fidgeting at the place

That his tell-all will was redrafted

In bed he got an idea as a beautiful table

No reasons and perhaps his heavy paper

Sets the miles’ excuses

A bottle is on fire or the car

Her soft omelet presents a problem

Run at the place that mine is shining

Your mp3 player a spoon

A red scented magazine calculates

That cat is thinking

Our picture looks around

A true gift is white and a Sony

The falls take a smart barrel

A green baby stills his tigers

On a golden carpet run

A disarmingly beautiful gun store

Any noisy computer shows its value

Any round-shaped underwear sleeps

Mine is white as a sofa stinks

And whose little soft bottle fidgeting

Is at the place that our beautiful baby smiles

His small eraser sleeps

Our red glasses our stands-still

At the place that a fancy Sony lies

A white computer spits pencils

Her green carpet is angry

While whose slippery fancy bubble

Makes beautiful glasses of the air

The cat can calculate

Our fancy door stares

His golden bluish silver small computer

Got an idea

Any given fancy bed is thinking

A gift of a soft small baby looks around

His brother's white odd shaped claw smells

A purple odd shaped oddity

A purple shaped balloon sleeps

Or her red glove smells his expensive door

And the cart calms it down.