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by The Unknown Poet
Forlorn for Lorne, tattered and torn,
For Lorne had left her blue.
Lulu had sworn her love for Lorne,
For Lorne's love had seemed true
True, too, Lulu before was blue,
Due, true, to shrew and scorn.
Foreworn, Lulu then went cuckoo,
Too blew to mourn for Lorne.
Woo hoo what do the new Lulu?
Forsworn of love for Lorne.
Knew to be blew and quite cuckoo,
Lulu lies blue, forlorn.
Huh?
You're style reminds me, amazingly enough,
of a dear friend of mine over here in the
'Stute by the name of Vince.... any relation?
Could you tell me please, por favor?
I mean, poor forlorn.
hehehe
Justin T.
Justin Thyme, Lu mourns not Lorne
He'll face her wrath and scorn
He'll rue the day that he was born
And left her there forlorn
Revenge on Lorne she has forsworn
He'd best be well forewarned
Lorne dare not toot his little horn
Lu's sent his butt airborne
Unknown, I knew you were here sneaking
around, you have to remember to shut
down when your done, or you give yourself
away. I have to say though that now I have
seen the interesting side of you, that seems to
go un-noticed around here. Can you meet me
in my office for tea, and discussion time let's
say around noon Sunday.
Is Nurse Crachet LuLu, do ya think???
Hmmm, enticing offer Cratchet but sure as I do
the little men in white will show up and -wham!
I'm waking up in the rubber room again...
Justin Kase, now that you mention it she does
seem quite forlorn of late...makes one wonder???
The Unknown
Unknown, the rubber room has been occupied
for days now, and that has me puzzled, cause
that's where the twins have been, so how are
they posting, and responding here? Did you
slip them a laptop? Not to worry we can
discuss this over our tea at noon. The
white coats have the day off.
Unknown Poet, seems this is my only means
for contact as it stands now since you are
playing the disappearing act. I hope your not
in the attic again chasing those rats. I wanted
to have a discussion with you on Sunday, but
you did not show, I waited there until 4pm.
If any of you know where Unknown is
please tell him I'm looking for him.
Ha! Crathcet, you will never catch me!
I'm free! I'm free!
The Unknown
Nurse Crachet
Never ever under estimate my abilities.
I have my spies you know, there
hot on your trail as we speak.
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