Mozzies of Mangos
Written by on in Vindaloo.


Come little mango princess
Let me drink of that you are
Below the pretty lace and bows

Come little mango nurses
With your aprons and your capes
I want a red not in your crosses

Come too little swinging pirates
Don't spill it with your swords
I'll take it quick with gentle touch

I'll not disturb your tea party
You can ignore that I am here
'less I come to close to your ear

Comments

  1. Honey

    Honey on 01/25/2006 7:38 a.m. #


    A Mother's Exhortation<br />
    <br />
    Before you grow your flying wings<br />
    Heed my instruction young wrigglers<br />
    Bind them upon your heart<br />
    They will be unto you life<br />
    From the beasts of the field <br />
    From the birds of the air<br />
    You may take of these for food<br />
    But the tree within the garden<br />
    From this you must not take<br />
    It contains the humans<br />
    With knowledge of evil and good<br />
    The day in which you eat from these<br />
    In it you shall surely die<br />
    Be not deceived by appearance <br />
    Bare skin is pleasing to the eye<br />
    But their arm is swift in retribution<br />
    Their judgment harsh and unto death <br />
    Even in those of innocence<br />
    Sweetest youngest flesh<br />
    The deception is as thick as blood<br />
    This you must understand<br />
    For they too hold the reaping scythe <br />
    In each bloodied hand

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/25/2006 7:48 a.m. #


    Just have to say to you<br />
    Bravo!

  3. Honey

    Honey on 01/25/2006 4:56 p.m. #


    <br />
    i got a bravo <br />
    i got a bravo <br />
    oh yeah, oh yeah<br />
    oh ye-e-e-e-eah ;-)<br />
    <br />
    ta :-D<br />

  4. Honey

    Honey on 01/26/2006 3:19 p.m. #


    <br />
    Duels In The Tree Of Hierarchy<br />
    <br />
    The taste of death, she finds so sweet<br />
    Drives relentlessly into battle<br />
    Each member of her loyal army<br />
    Not more than her personal chattel<br />
    Alas, tragic for the ruling monarch <br />
    Who must acknowledge his position<br />
    Enforced to render himself a mere pawn<br />
    Unto her conquest ambition<br />
    Her strategy it is a deviation<br />
    She would but a bravo be<br />
    Maneuvering well within defense <br />
    She lulls the ranks of aristocracy<br />
    Until they’re all but vanquished<br />
    Through her deceptive mediocracy<br />
    <br />
    Her pink tulle dress was hung away<br />
    So many years ago<br />
    Not so those childhood warring games <br />
    Or the acquired thirst for blood <br />
    Bent on dueling to the death <br />
    No longer in tree shaded yard<br />
    But upon a medieval board<br />
    Where she revels to survey<br />
    The destruction of her sword<br />
    In the glory of her victory day<br />
    <br />
    Since last she wore her princess crown<br />
    Many years have been<br />
    She wears now the highest crown<br />
    Today she is the queen<br />

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