storiesA Poem by Uncle Buster
Stories
Johnny, tell your sad story, The one of mother cooking Fried chicken the day your pet rabbit "disappeared." Susan,let's hear about your brother who's innards Stopped working and How many pennies he dared to swallow. Nedra, if I had one like yours I'd Shout it from the rooftops Like our sins will be. Come on, Bob, Don't be shy with yours. I love to hear how you gave Yourself a toilet swirly, The world spinning around you Upside down, and you couldn't breathe. © 2010 Uncle Buster |
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1 Review Added on December 17, 2010 Last Updated on December 31, 2010 AuthorUncle BusterAboutWhat can I say? I like cheese. I'm a cantankerous old git. (should git be capitalized?) By the way, I'm a bad speller - no, a creative speller. Yeah, that's it. more..Writing
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