one should let sleeping dogs
pry the meat from their own bones.
no need to coddle the curs.
you want them for protection.
don’t be upset when they go for the throat.
that is what we all want them to do.
the teeth should be familiar with flesh.
they should know how it tears.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...