A liSTory

Everyone has a list
- Your list vs. My list
- You list & I list
- list on own list
- Off list is the Oops! List
- My list is Celebrity X’s sub-list
- I insist it should be in your list too
- List for lust when lust for list
- Kiss a List before List to piss
- Putting a Phrase list makes me
a word hatching nest,
May be, da Dr. Seuss, Jr.

“Fox
Socks
Box
Knox
Knox in box.
Fox in socks.
Knox on
fox in socks in box.
Socks on Knox and Knox in box.
Fox in socks on box
on Knox.”

Your keen listening to my liSTory
Yields nervousness in myself.
I want to tell you… No, warn you,
-“I never have a list for you
Nor for u, nay for double you,
Unless you want me fake one
Like a woman gets her third orgasm
(Or what it is not)
Within first ten minutes.”

You may like pleasing noise, and
Probably, those few minutes in
When Harry met Sally.

I don't have a list,
but I can bake a liest
for you, my friend for the last four mintues,
-in ten mintues,
with a web search
on LAN, WAN, SAN
& MAN, I CAN
wiggling this way, then
wriggling that way-
On dogs,
On books,
On Terriers, and
On Terrorists,
- State, Anti-State,
Anti-Anti-State, and
Anti-Anti-Anti-State,
but that's again, da State,-
in deed.
Oh! Of course,
On Teri Hatcher's too.


So,
If you’re enlisted on any list-yarning list,
and insist,
Take this liSTory as my favorite wish list.
my compliments,
I sign here.

"...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled
muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!
Fox in socks, our game is done, sir.
Thank you for a lot of fun, sir."

-/.
’09 Jan., 14 Wednesday 01:20 EST