The Perfect Crime, 4/8/09
When I noticed some ink on a toy
My son suddenly became coy
And explained, "Wasn't me,
Because god was asleep.
So he didn't see me." Oh boy.
Eve of destruction, 12/8/09
Tomorrow I turn 41. What to do once these limericks are done? Will my idle hands seek Out some evil unspeak- able once this new freedom's begun?
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