Emergency Poems

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Forest Lawn

What I need is a teacher to teach me to
speak in trochees and I need to be

buried in the same
grave and coffin as Greta Garbo!

What I got is a row of rented
weepers and a

B-list bouquet from MGM.



Posted by Jacob Freeze at 10:59 AM
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