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Ouzo


Ouzo Cellophane envelopes full of seahorse kisses Fill a bin on 52nd Street They cost an arm and a leg And are going like hotcakes At a lumberjack convention You can tell by the long line leaning to get it in to Precious Prosthesis Emporium right across the street Ilene Surefoot is the proprietress The savvy limbless progeny Of a polydactyl man Greek by nature and fetish Ilene a dalliance to the other side Not again experienced for sanity's sake Madness not all it's cracked up to be Freeze Pops aren't for everyone Flavor for an acquired palette Ouzo his preferred I've observed absurd before And this is an ample sample 10/10/13
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