10-19-2013, 01:51 AM
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He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
as children played across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so they would welcome him to play,
convinced he'd win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude.
He knew just what his dad would say,
"Just drop that sulking, wistful mood!"
Polite, young vamps can't play with food.
Original:
He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
at children playing games across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so friends would offer him to play,
convinced that he would win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude
and knew just what his dad would say:
to drop the sulking, wishful mood-
polite young vamps can't play with food.
He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
as children played across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so they would welcome him to play,
convinced he'd win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude.
He knew just what his dad would say,
"Just drop that sulking, wistful mood!"
Polite, young vamps can't play with food.
Original:
He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
at children playing games across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so friends would offer him to play,
convinced that he would win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude
and knew just what his dad would say:
to drop the sulking, wishful mood-
polite young vamps can't play with food.