Lucky is that you, tonight my Taquito
Wrapped in brown, my little borrito!
She smiles away, MR. Tom Waits,
So sensitive, his spine, the rhyme!
A line a line!
Ceasar: I was won’t to hum, but I am–
Cleopatra: –Bic you’re not!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Where’s the (en)
–e. e. Cummings (soon…)
a pun pun, and yet a med,
Where’ my pun, he said…
Quiero Taco Bell, and yet it is you
the rhymthic nation, god damn, i blue
for you for you, and yet a shrew!
–Like a stone, Emma of Course
I’ll wait for you, of course…