Exity
by Beth, Lila, MT and Patricia
Special prairie
Clouds no I was kidding
Ow my toe
Bad bad toe
When’s dinner?
Ibuprofen eight hundred
thousand. Plus whisky. Feel fine.
Good night.
Sunrise cloud Kafka
Makes my whirly word
Blossom. Friendship. Consultation.
I leave the prairie with the trill of victory.
See ya.
We all started shouting out lines the other evening and i wrote them down as fast as I could. 🙂 Then I said, “we need something exit-y for the end.” and the title was born!
Too too funny!
Too funny!