Monday, December 29, 2014

may all aquaintances be forgotten

here we are once again...close'n out another year
with the fears (that eventually faded)...

the queers (that were hated)...

and a million tears (that never faded)

how very quaint...this crypt keeper ain't!

so there i was wake'n the morn'n after xmas...with my x in a mess...
 and me in my dress...fergett'n the stress...but let me digress

i scrolled thru my read the lastest read...
but the only thing interest'n...was the LADY BUNNY in need

she started her poem...quite funny i thought...
but she needed an end'n...that couldn't be bought

so without an ado...and without all the glamour...
 i ironed out my thoughts...i hope it don't damn her

a poem by LADY BUNNY
 **with additional help by
thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of her own universe...KRYSTAL KLEER

'Twas the night after Christmas
And all through my "house"
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Cuz that mouse smelled dead
But no corpse could I find
I checked on my gerbil
It was in my behind.
I'm not a troll
Who lives under a bridge
But the last mouse I found
Was inside of my fridge...

(**insert KRYSTAL KLEER's response here) 

i named him Poonanee
the cutest lil fellow 

a christmas surprise
now frozen in my jello
i shrieked when i saw him
float'n still amongst the berries

"i can't serve this to my guests" i thought
"they're a bunch of non heterosexual wannabe vegan mary's"

i tossed and i turned
then i thought it would be hilarious

i'll spread on some whipped cream
and serve it to Joey Arias

she steal'n my spotlight
in Christmas with the Crawford's

that low down dirty cunt
looks more like some dirty paw turds

one by one
my posse would arrive
my apartment smelt like Auschwitz
where barely anyone survived

i lit all my pine candles
and febreezed my place like hell

i had to do somethin quick
to cover that deadly smell

first in came Miss Jackie Beat...

next up was Miss CoCo Peru...
Lypsinka looked absolutely smash'n...

unfortunately so did Miss Ru

everyone i could think of
had made it thru my door
"hmmm" i thought "am i miss'n anyone?"
then in walks Miss AMANDA LEPORE

i summoned my helper
to serve my guests wine

and much to their amusement
it was none other than Miss Sherry Vine

then finally Miss Arias arrived

from craigslist he found this fellow
oh...i could barely contain myself
i couldn't wait to serve Joey my jello

we all sipped on cocktails
while Miss Beat sipped her carrot juice

then Joey's man introduced himself
he said '' name is Bruce''

as we sat down fer dinner
i sat next to Bruce

they all loved my cook'n
well...except for maybe the goose

the time it had come
to open all the presents

but i hadn't served dessert yet
to all my famous pheasants

i topped off their glasses
i thought i'd be nice
then i dished out the jello
and gave Joey the first slice

she poked and she prodded
til Poonanee's tail fell out

she freaked and she screamed
i said '''s Christmas...pleez don't shout!''

''there's a dead mouse in my jello''
as i heard her exclaim

paybacks a bitch ain't it
she's got no one to blame

Joey leaped from her chair
and ran out of my house

all because she was served my jello
with a dead gelatinous mouse

the moral of this story is
and i hate to be so blunt

i am the LADY BUNNY
so don't fuck with me cunt!

Happy New Year!

now get off my dress! 

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