Emergency Poems

Friday, August 9, 2013

Mustard

Some tomatoes turn white.
Were they ambushed by albumen?

Word!

I'm as bald as an oyster.
I'm as bald as an electron.
I'm as bald as mustard,
and you can't pay for mustard with mustard!
Posted by Jacob Freeze at 7:12 PM
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