POEM: ODE TO OSE

Supose we propose
to dispose of the lactose
in your nose and see how it goes?

You may think its gross
but that kind of glucose
should be opposed
to being exposed
to the fructose.

May I make proposes
that you mosey on over to Moses
and strike some poses with roses?

According to your diagnose
you are getting a healthy dose
of potatoes and tomatoes
when you eat at Joes.

So why do you loath
certain energy flows
that remind you of rainbows?
For theyre not your foes.

It goes well with the clothes
that cover you up when it blows.

And it is the sprey of the hose
that waters the grass one mows
next to the roads.

But by watering those
it is safe to say it sure grows.

It definitely shows
how well he sews
with his toes.

Can you imagine the Pharaohs
kissing under the mistletoes
in the gazeboes?

Sounds like a dream by weirdoes
from the ghettoes
playing banjoes.

Though have you heard Glasgows
new bellows from their oboes?

He owns the knowladge he knows
but its also a knowladge he owes.

If he throws the bows to his fellows
then they shoot arrows at the silos.

And as it snows
he no longer sees the yellows
of the sun that glows
and he mellows in his pillows.

Thats when time slows
outside the windows.

But he anyways finds the sparrows
picking at his marshmallows.

Im sure he follows
but they hide in the willows
that cast their many shadows.
So hes left with his cocoas.

Now dream of the foals
that stand there and doze
while you rest your woes
as we bring this story to a close.
POEM: ODE TO OSE Supose we propose to dispose of the lactose in your nose and see how it goes? You may think it's gross but that kind of glucose should be opposed to being exposed to the fructose. May I make proposes that you mosey on over to Moses and strike some poses with roses? According to your diagnose you are getting a healthy dose of potatoes and tomatoes when you eat at Joe's. So why do you loath certain energy flows that remind you of rainbows? For they're not your foes. It goes well with the clothes that cover you up when it blows. And it is the sprey of the hose that waters the grass one mows next to the roads. But by watering those it is safe to say it sure grows. It definitely shows how well he sews with his toes. Can you imagine the Pharaohs kissing under the mistletoes in the gazeboes? Sounds like a dream by weirdoes from the ghettoes playing banjoes. Though have you heard Glasgow's new bellows from their oboes? He owns the knowladge he knows but it's also a knowladge he owes. If he throws the bows to his fellows then they shoot arrows at the silos. And as it snows he no longer sees the yellows of the sun that glows and he mellows in his pillows. That's when time slows outside the windows. But he anyways finds the sparrows picking at his marshmallows. I'm sure he follows but they hide in the willows that cast their many shadows. So he's left with his cocoas. Now dream of the foals that stand there and doze while you rest your woes as we bring this story to a close.