MONICA LITA STORSS (5/13)
Macintosh and Fuji.
I don’t wann-ika eat the cores.
This birthday poem is written to
Monica Lita Storss.
Who is the fairest for whom
The roaring harmonica roars?
This birthday poem is written to
Monica Lita Storss.
Analog’s role is demolish.
Electronica always restores.
And STROPHIC RHYMES are HOLY WRIT
To Monica Lita Storss.
Ironically comical tomahawk.
Time’s up and here are your scores.
These lines were written on behalf
Of Monica Lita Storss.
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Oh, Monica Lita Storss!
Whom the poet Madrid adores!
I’m like a kid in the Great Outdoors
For Monica Lita Storss!
Oh, Monica Lita Storss!!
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