non-counting, non-grammatical stupidity
, but colorless green ideas
which, oddly enough, attracted
herds of hungry wildebeest.
It was therefore decreed
that street drugs be
handed out freely to
to wildebeests. We’ll video
the hilarious results and
write a book about
our time in Paris.
It’ll probably start with
“It was a dark”
“Dark night it was.”
I smelled zucchini frying
, Buddy Guy’s Saturday Night
Accordion Revue, replete with
beer barrel polka dancers.
A sudden hush fell
as Norbert stepped into