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I simply am trying to hold the rhythm,
Simply am striving to build up the rhymes.
If needed, I'm ready to deploy dirty tricks,
To employ sooty grey lies and preposterous myths.
Two times two times three times
One is twelve. Look, there's an elf
On a shelf singing 'Silent Night', is it right?
And your breath reeks of cheap Champagne.
We're not rich. But we hearken to Chopin
Playing his Nocturnes, these tunes soar in the air...
And it's as if there's no pain
And no sorrow, and not because our chests
Are too hollow, but because our hearts are too big.
Look, there's a pig wearing a wig,
Munching on roasted chestnuts,
Oinking, winking, and probably thinking
That I am a fool.
About the Creator
Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
Comments (5)
But you're a cool, fun fool.
pig in a wig – delightfully unexpected and left me oinking with laughter! 😂
Pig wearing a wig, lol! I had fun reading this!
You’re a great singer! Enjoyed this fun piece!! 🐷😁
I can't decide if this is joyful fun or heartbreaking. It's feels like frantic joy.