Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Mr Harlequin

Amongst themselves, they sit n jabber
boring subjects, Oh stupid them
Brainless babbles, witless chatter
Irksome moods, so stupid, them !

Compare they must, for better they are
better for sure from all out there
Why the pains to go so far
when levels of stupid-ness is all they share !

All's born equal, their cries unite
Yes equal, they cry in grand unison
It must be true and like hell right
for its even written in their constitution

And if you r wondering bout whom m yellow
On whom this charge I'm trying to pin
its surely not you, you sweet stupid fellow,
No its surely not you, Mr Harlequin.
:: posted by RagsInRags, 7:48 AM

1 Comments:

btw...whom are you getting wild at?
Anonymous Anonymous, at 02 July, 2008 19:50  

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