| WildEyes (Little Upsilon) | Wednesday, June 24, 2009 - 11:05 pm 
Oh EB,
How shall I nuke thee? Let me count the ways.
I nuke to the depth and breadth and height
My armaments can reach, when hiding out of sight
At the ends of FB, my radar planes race (seeking you).
Clicking at thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, glowing like sun or candle-light.
I nuke thee freely, as we strive and fight;
I nuke thee purely, as you run from ionizing rays.
I nuke thee with a passion put to use
In my old slippers, with a childish grinning face.
I nuke thee with a love I seemed to lose
When (from) 3M (you) went away, --- I smite thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my sim peoples! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but nuke thee better after death.
So won't you stop deccing on yourself and come out to play? |
