Pun Wars

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    Pun Wars
    Pun Wars

    I’ll scratch my high-brow
    When lice attacks my bushy mane
    I’m in a pensive ringed hay state
    Grazing upon the fields of thought like a hungry cow

    Things seem profound like the ocean depths
    In the deep-end of the swimming pool
    My feet get a cramp, oops
    Could I just be another mariner’s corpse splashing with death

    I not a lucky number seven
    So fate is not my primordial weapon
    A black cat casts foul perspectives
    To have my big play, literally breaking a fender

    I have rid myself of the mosquito’s buzzing
    The gorgy blood sucker, which gave me summer goose bumps, what a bugger

    By: Phantom Gargoyle

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    jademelissa74 commented on Pun Wars

    06-07-2009

    :)) Another great piece Phantom! I wanted to keep on reading. Your work is very impressive and vivid!
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