Thursday, December 1, 2011

I am a bohemian Bostonian.

Love New England clam chowder that talks.

As a kid, I ate New York clam chowder.

Better than swiss chocolate's powder which can't power a locomotion.

I'm always running out of my shaving lotion.

An implosion of an explosion in a quotation by the Chairman Mayor.

He's the smooth sayer.

A real player.

Who wouldn't do you a favor.

But he's not a payer or payee; his salary comes for free.

It's like a poker chip.

Give you a tip.

Don't let him give you the whip.

Take a trip to another city that has more pity than His Honor's.


J.Billet

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