Thursday, October 20, 2011

poems from school; from me, to you


We were betrothed today.
I bethought back to the day...
In the market, a meat besmeared
We sit blithed.
Our mouths beseeched with bilateral.
the mind breached;
bosoms bide to be groped, to bloster a mans many personality's.
a breech release a bray, Bombastic it was!
The bolls lifted in the wind.
The bole rotting with the broken-wind.
We sit by the brae, an appearance almost brazed to the ground.
Bereaved, the flowers brusque, A poem bowdlerized.
The scene ends.

  P.S. My teacher pointed out that bilateral is an adjective  that means two-sided.  So the sentence, "Our mouths beseeched with bilateral" does not make grammatical sense. 



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