Blank

There is no think left in your tank
When the mind goes blank
There is no spit left in your snuff
No strut left in your stuff
No blank stare is blank enough
When there is no fuzz left on your peach
There is no reach beyond reach
And when your nose is stuffed up
And you just can hardly breathe
Just kiss me quick
Then pass the tissue please

(c)AllergicReactionToSpring..2006bk

Kisses Darlink and All My Love