January 2009
Sifl and Olly Poems
Abe Lincoln
Abe Lincoln had a way with words. In true silence. And when you’re pure, You can almost hear him snoring in his grave. He was pretty tall.
— Sifl
Nightmare of the Thimble’s Dreams
Oh curious splendid thimble My eye is to you as dew to the petal. Protectith thy thumb from needlish pokes Be true? My reflection against your silver skin? Have I had the corn...