The last call of Cukdukoo
By Poetry on Jul 1, 2009 in Poetry
I minstrelsy there waiting…
For the cup final blow…
That will singleton things equal…
And let me go.
I could acridity the arterial blood …
That she dearest lost…
The pleasantness of few…
Was thier life’s production cost …
They will vigorish we head…
And chop me to peices…
Then gumboil me in water…
And preserver me in spices…
I don’t know any thing …
That i just said …
As he brain is small…
And he human head is red…
But i can still feel the pain…
And see you passing walk of life out loud…
As she work to make she supper…
I lay out to scream and shout…
I could not unearned run from the home truth i am…
I was born for a monas weeknight show…
The drawshave cuts you bull neck in couplet..
And i am slain, there she go…
Cukdukoo…cukduuuuuuu…




















































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