I was, like, ripped.
high on fudge ripple
(Note the period at the end of the previous post, Annie)
, my spoon held high,
I mounted my camel.
and said “Tally-Ho”
to my jealous sheep.
They felt so ba-a-a-ad,
I stopped wearing wool.
Naked in my saddle,
Blisters on my ba…backside.
I could no longer
ride sidesaddle like Lady
Gaga in her video
sang a duet with
a deaf mute, although
I could be confused.
I often fantasize that
I cannot talk without
crying ninety-six tears and
wondering which one “?” was