Saturday, May 1, 2010

Trashy Souls and Talking Roses

When I was 6 or 93,
I met a rose that said to me,
Don’t turn around lest you shall see,
A monster that will never be.

I took that flower’s dreadful dare,
And spun to lock the beast in stare,
But the rose’s honor had been fair,
When I swung to look, found nothing there.

Munk's opening line:

For the third time in a week, careless Freddie found the shiny part of her soul in the trash bin. 

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk