("Dance of the Sock-Finger Puppets"...
Sock Puppet A: Hey, Jimmy...
This poem is stupid but o well
Bill and Jill went up a hill...
Blood grazed ribbons,
broken cheers...
Roses r red, violets are gold, why wear a bra wen...
I'm Cherry or Lola
or That Girl Down the Street...
I've got gases
on a daily basis...
Lots of noisy water fights
Late mornings and later nights...
The toughest thing I ever had,
to tell my darling Mum...
Come gather one and all
As I tell you of a feast...
(For increased pleasure while reading please read...
A Camelot Tale -Not for the faint of Heart- Is now...
I jumped the jocks while they were talking sports,
they were eating pizza galore and candy of sorts...
Tickle my toes
and you'll wiggle my nose...