Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Silk. What's corny poetry?

Or to put a positive spin, what words are used to construct a poem lined with silk?




Silk foods? My mouth tastes silken tofu with garlic and a touch of heat.
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  1. SusanJanuary 19, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    Kind of

    After the latest tall drink
    and a swap meet to end all be-all
    what about a bundt cake and some alien
    dancing near the river?
    don't the ghosts like some company
    and a wicker basket full of socks?

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