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Nine Distilled Sparrows

Mister Vacuum

One is the pork chop in my mouth.
Two's the economy goin' south.
Three is the disreputable analogy in which a thermostat is somehow involved in a logical error concerning a bathtub filled with molten cheddar cheese.
Four scores few tree-laden popjaw.
Five skins a poopdeck's glory.
Six moustaches sort out the mucilaginous brethren from afar.
Carrier pigeon seven is seraphic old style buttery chaw.
Simply reconnoitered my awl 'n ate Lucretia's tableware.
Nine times sandover plessy.

Mister Vacuum has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mister's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mister's latest works:

Coddle Me Not

Submitted Jul 29th 2008, 14:35

Julyla

Submitted Jul 20th 2008, 19:40

Nine Distilled Sparrows

Submitted Jul 19th 2008, 19:03