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by ~grinningjim
Frederick BummThroughout the eve the children squeal  Ignoring this, thier evening meal  For upon the setting sun  The children will set off as one  And holler 'Trick or Treat!'   
 
 
Not so, it seems, for Fredrick Bumm  For, like his name, he fears all fun  And when the doorbell peals aloud  Beckoning mother to face the croud  Who hollers 'trick or treat'...  Fredrick Bumm just sits and pouts  And mumbles of the nasty louts  Parading out on Goosequill lane  Puting decency to shame!  As they holler 'Trick or Treat!'   
 
 
Well...  Coming trapsing Frederick Bumm
by ~grinningjim
SummertimeSummertime, in the city.   
 
 
 
Crossing the leafblown excuse for a car-street that runs through the center of the town, I bump into you. You drop something precious with your curses, and I take it and walk away. You never see me again, but you miss that thing the thing that you can't remember. The thing the thing that used to hang at the corners of your laughter and the deep breaths of the warm vanilla AC after sex.  You dearly miss your thing the thing. You blame your lover, you blame the president with his polotik droll, you blame the dog and you even blame the shower.   
 
Your laughter dries Summertime
by ~grinningjim
Ballad of Once Lived a GirlThere once lived a girl who had a polka-dotted kitty,  
Who frolicked about on the vast stretches of Jim.  
O’, the veal they consumed in that languorous lethargy,  
Leaping about with the lye-spoiled lambs.  
And Anna, she flounced on the near Spanish jetty,  
Spewing in sepia with the best of the murder.  
And together they childrened and marauded and leapt,  
Scaring the dormice wherever they weren’t.  
The polka-dot kitty followed too closely,  
And one fair evening it gave up and sighed,  
‘My life is a death in this vast maroon stretches,  
Moodled and quiddled and boring by half. & Ballad of Once Lived a Girl
by ~grinningjim
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