Date: 31.12.2007
Time: 7:47 p.m.
Crispy fried chicken
Could never seem like a good idea
When there was chocolate to spare,
Taking a cold walk along
A mending street made the
Day seem less bare.
Blocked ideas running wild
With the force of vivid colours,
From red ears to held back sighs
To the imposition of tight collars.
Boredom and laughter
Put together like a charm,
Furry balls of little birds
Running about a wayward farm.
You come up with
Weirdness and improbablity
When you find you cannot say,
A bit of what is a part of
The mess of your mind
On the second day.
End: 8:05 p.m.
5 comments:
Nice.liked it.:)and hope you have a lovely year ahead..-Choi.
Whahah. Insanity, yes :P
I make no effort to find the hidden meaning, if indeed there is one.
:P:P
Woohoo. And we are insane :D
:D
hmmm. nicely put forward. interesting.
Oh of course it has a hidden meaning. Metaphors, my friend, metaphors.
They rule my existence in the Blogosphere.
*grin*
And of course, it is a lot of fun indulging in madness.
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