Monday, September 17, 2007

small talk



When a cunning linguist whispers
Chic Lit perks up intent to listen
Beads of fresh dew doth glisten
On purple mountains to christen
With gratitude for the lispers.
The little man in the boat
Head barely afloat
Lithe purse
With purrs




5 comments:

red dirt girl said...

must be the moon ... my wet pet hahahahha - I LOVE THAT !!!

leslie said...

You very cunning linguist, you :)

Minx said...

Your blog has been rejecting my advances to comment, let's hope...


Linguist indeed, I think you are speaking a world language here. Tis a shame that more people do not communicate this way, think how many wars would be avoided.

Pisces Iscariot said...

mmmm talking in tongues

gregra&gar said...

muff said