How about an ode to love?" say I.
"Anything to redeem this verbal mess", mutters Francois.
"Where did those words all come from?"
"From out of our own sick unredeemed collective unconscious", says Carl
"So here we have cringe, gross
slut, ugly, yikes, kill, then knit, followed by love, and finally ode."
"We need another word", says Jeffrey, and George fastens the c tile onto ode. Code
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