Scare D Crows
Fake man swaying in field of wheat
Scares avian to fearful flight
Away from feast of insects and grain
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Yet dead man swaying in iron cage
Draws them in to wine and dine
Pecking carrion eyes plucking at festering tongue
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Startled by gaseous escape
But soon return to drink of putrid brains
As they drip from mouth nose ears and eye sockets
3 comments:
You know, you could have left it after the second triplet!
Happy festering, I hope I find you in good health.
I smell the rotting remains of Captain Kidd on the breath of a crow nibbling on corn at the feet of said scarecrow.
lip licking good
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