Sunday, April 10, 2011

Grave - by Debbie

It's a terribly serious business,
this decision we're making.
Such enormous impact
on our lives...or at least our baking.

Wipe that smirk off your face!
Refrain from snide remarks.
Just answer this one question:
White, milk or dark?

2 comments:

  1. Little flower,
    Little daisy,
    Oh my little, little Rose...
    Why do you lie there so,
    So grim and cold,
    When life is blooming all around?
    Little flower,
    Little daisy,
    Oh my little, little Rose...
    Lie not so lonesome
    Upon the earth;
    Bloom bright amongst the verdant hills.
    Little flower,
    Little daisy,
    Oh my little, little Rose...
    Your petals, they're wilting,
    Wilting in the chill.
    You're wilting, they're wilting on grassy dew.
    Little flower,
    Little daisy,
    Oh my little, little Rose...
    Not all is as it seems,
    If only you could see--
    To look around,there are many of thee.

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