Friday, February 15, 2008

helmut newmans own

the helm
the mustard
and
the mans'

they go for a walk
to then church
sez
one wen teh go
two stay
a site he speaks
this church the mustard
no place for a tiny seed
cuppla nuts like you tho
mixed nuts they chuckle
they don't like that sort of think the mustard
where then
will we end
sooner than where the helm
is it back whence
the great mystery
yeah,
in a poem the mustard to the mans'

1 comment:

Emily said...

no fair
fubblemint
genius