Street seen
I wore shadows.
She wore light.
We met in the street.
The breeze played at painting us together.
The sun declined to stay.
For a moment,
As the light faded,
raindrops dappled, and the breeze whispered,
We were as one.
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The Tong Dynasty
King Kong and Godzilla met in a kitchen. /
King Kong heard Godzilla wailin’ and bitchin’. /
“My toast! My toast! I can’t get it out. /
“My toast! My toast! It’s stuck in that snout. /
Every time I reach in sparks fly out. /
Angry it is!” He stomped round about. /
King Kong reached forth with bamboo tongs. /
They grabbed that toast like a pair of thongs. /
Godzilla thanked Kong and went on his way. /
Thus, civilization was saved that day.
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