Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Prisoner of Love

Your lemon meringue pie is dreamy
Your personal life, though, is seamy
How can it be thus?
The sweet mixed with pus
Desire runs deeply, don't flee me

5 comments:

surlyh said...

When impulse is stirred up by goo
you're cooking a freudian stew
It all becomes icky
when soon you are sticky
I'd wash, 'cause it dries into glue

Norm Knott said...

Use rubbers when dealing with glue
I know I am but what are you?
Hey, sometimes a pie
Is only a pie
So go hold your breath and turn blue

surlyh said...

My friend, do not cast such aspersions
around about surly's perversions
When seeking deep meaning
depends on your leaning
With truth there are always two versions

Norm Knott said...

The truth, it is said, has three sides
There's your version, mine, and besides
What I say is true
Your side will pooh-pooh
Somewhere inbetween truth resides

surlyh said...

Your tissue of lies is a thong
so thin that it hides short nor long
So, fiddle dee dee
don't Rashomon me
In truth, I am right, you are wrong