There's this cricket
It lives upstairs
I can't find it
When I go there
Now it's chirping
Chirping lots
I go up there
Then it stops
I will smash it
If I find it
It must know this
And would mind it
So I'm dealing
With the racket
When I see it
I'll attack it
It knows I lurk scarily
Yet chirps on merrily
Without a care in the world
With crushing destiny
It soon will have a date
But hey, it got to star
In this blog update
Friday, May 01, 2009
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