I would not eat
What was green on my plate
So I sat at the table
By myself 'til past eight
I still would not do it
So "Go to your room"
Is what my mom said
Passing by on her broom
So I went to my room
With my face turning red
Not doing my homework
Just lying in bed
pɐǝɥ ʎɯ uo ƃuıpuɐʇs ǝןıɥʍ ɯǝod sıɥʇ ƃuıʇıɹʍ
:::dcb
LAUGH
If we could all bathe in the sink, we would.
About Me
- David Borlo
- March 3rd, 1970 on top of a hill in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was released into the world according to God's catch and release program. Ever since then I have been swimming my way back up stream. Along the way I have discovered a few things. One, I love making up new words. It worked for Shakespeare. Two, I love the feel of the ocean breeze and three, I love my family. I have been writing poems on and off for 20 years and am hopeful that somewhere in the words you are inspired to be apart of this expression we call life.
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