Jogging in the Alaska woods, surrounded by wolves--with no Sarah Palin shooting them from a circling chopper--is not such a good idea. Especially when the wolves are hungry.
In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Friday, March 12, 2010
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"multiple injuries due to animal mauling".
I had nothing to do with it, though she was pretty toothsome...
And you, Herr, a wolf appropriately long in tooth?
Almost like Newton, we may say of Rotter: "We recognize the Wolf by his Jaw".
Ah, but the Rotter is a wolf in sheep's clothing. That's how he gets close to dem jogging damsels, without raising their suspicion.
I thought it was the knock-out drops.
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