Just gotta get in the last word, don't you?

[Queen K]

Nope. El Cheapo Mustard and honey from Costco, mixed together if I must, but seeing as I must cut the mustard on the chicken, I simply must.

[HoboJo]

A poem. Ten syllables and counting.

Thoughts about yesterday get mixed in
between thoughts that will lose or win.

Today's topics have been thought
to have been at once thought

that truth's simply a
Gordian Knot.

Whatever.
Count the
lines.

(*bleep* it, I meant sylablyles, poetry ain't what I'm doing well TODAY)

[dogspoiler]

Have you tried a trebuchet? as a convoluted attempt to LAST?

I don't do none of that kinky French stuff. I am now last.

[WeatherWoman]

really? That's not the word on the street

[dogspoiler]

Did you hear that on your walk ?

[Queen K]

Are things getting out of paw here again?

[WeatherWoman]

Did you hear that on your walk ?

I wasn't walking.....standing on the street corner

[dogspoiler]

Trying to earn a free lunch ?

[WeatherWoman]

practicing my french

[dogspoiler]

wee wee ?

[WeatherWoman]

that is too kinky for me!

[dogspoiler]

hard to believe

[Queen K]

I believe I'll have steak and lobster with a crisp white and put the dog outside.

[HoboJo]

A nice sweet red. Ruby red. By the gallon with a handle on the side.

This is why we have chainsaws. Fire them up the next day and if the sound doesn't kill you you can fall on the sweet sweet blade in the morning.

[dogspoiler]

And you would be ready for the deep fryer at last.