Revision #4

Englishious

You are so well written
Your parenthesis brows
Compliment the main idea
Coming from your "i's"
Everything is alliterated, from
Your lungs, to your larynx, to your luscious lips

You are so well written
Simply single-syllabled
I prefix my eyes on your lovely face
And sweet-tailed suffix
Bringing up the rear
No fragments in your fluent lines.

You are so well written
Will you spell it out for me?
Though your sentence structure is complete
The vocabulary is new
Can you read me?
I anecdote on you.

The computer screen is larger than a ten by ten, silvery little PC moniter, menu, left and right arrow, and select buttons marching along the bottom. That little green indicator light situated next to the line-stabbed circle button, that I suppose is to indicate that the circuit is closed and the power is On. A little cube is in the left-hand corner, cow-marked, as it seems. EV700 is on the right-hand side. "700 what?" I ask myself.

Then to the right of the moniter is two stacks of CD's, one balanced precariously on top of the other, a crumpled yellow strip of paper, a highliter-yellow "hard" plastic water bottle with a blue screw-on lid, a floppy disc, a Ben Harper sticker, a tape, a standing white fan, with dust on the fan cage, a plastic gatorade bottle, some headphones, both speakers, a blue ceramic mug with a spoon in it, and a small purple paper.

It's 5:09 and I should be reading history, and instead I'm talking to Oliver online and checking my mail and basically goofing off, like a little muggle that I am...

If our Christian life is a Little Debbie Snack Cake, then we need to constantly ask, "Where's the Creme Filling?"