croak
i open
my mouth
to utter
an
orchid
but instead
an artichoke
unfolds
like some muddy
rose
from my uvula
and
i just
croak.
my mouth
to utter
an
orchid
but instead
an artichoke
unfolds
like some muddy
rose
from my uvula
and
i just
croak.
posted by SuperDha at 1:14 pm
2 Comments:
hello my inspiration, you!
i had to google "uvula".. bloody med jargons >_<
Dude!
u should be punish-ed.
who? uses uvula? in a poem?
dude- r u secrerly an ENT/ORL surgeon?
when was the last time u saw??? a uvula?
dude.
Artichoke indeed.
Great poem otherwise.
Peaze out
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