Friday, November 11, 2016

When dandelions spread like eagle's spleens

Let's break the ice with Vogon poetry.

Okay, thanks!

2 comments:

Zhoen said...

Very apt.

Ode to a lump of green slime I found in my armpit one midsummer morning...

ghost said...

i'll take that over vegan poetry. there's no meat to it.