16.9.12

The salt

- Heyy wait don't forget the salt!
- Ah yes the salt!

For what then followed I've made a poem.

She grabs the salt
in front of her in halt,
and sprinkles the salt
on her hand.

The salt makes a vault
but the salt has a fault,
the salt wets her hand,
the salt is tequila.

2 comments:

  1. Hahahahahaha!! Beautiful!! :P

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  2. Good times? good poem. art

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