Brood over me with a lump of sugar
Between your Babbity Rabbity teeth.
And pour your coffee into the saucer--
And not the cup. Blow your lungs, sip lips--and
Nose--and spill most of it anyway. Then tell,
Loud and proud, how this--shall always be your way.
Kneel near a stump, cry over years of green
That shall never be, take a picture, write
An elegy--with a reference to me.
Make it you
Brood over me
Between your Babbity Rabbity teeth.
And pour your coffee into the saucer--
And not the cup. Blow your lungs, sip lips--and
Nose--and spill most of it anyway. Then tell,
Loud and proud, how this--shall always be your way.
Kneel near a stump, cry over years of green
That shall never be, take a picture, write
An elegy--with a reference to me.
Make it you
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