Sweet intrusion!
28th January 11
Whom do you think you are?
Bulbous uninvited guest, wandering in from the night;
From what battlefield do you come?
Weary warrior, O wanderer, drenched in crimson velvet,
Draped in rosy robes,
Dripping with red liquid, sloshing within;
With a battle cry of “Oh, Yeah!” you come without knock,
You entreat without invitation.
Again, I ask—whom do you think you are??
I will tell you what you are:
Delicious! Quenching! On sale, 25 packs for $1!
And also, bold creeper, you are lucky,
For I don’t be allowing just ANYBODY to come busting up in my crib like that,
But because you are the red kind, I will hesitate to go in search of my AK
And, instead, smile.
Libations.
