Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Blowing Stars

Blowing stars,
both near and afar.

Hands to launch stardom,
bands too raunch, backstage goes star-fun.

Twinkle twinkle little star, flew fast and flew far.

Rosy cheeks no need to speak,
these stars are fading like your makeup in a week.

Spreading stars in the universe,
Oktoberfest bars driving a Munich-Hearse,
I mean what could be worse?

Skirting a halfmoon while floating to the stars with chest balloons,
and drinking beer with festive goons?


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