in a Triple-tec Abraxas Dragun snuff firey sunlight
Roses are red, Green is the grass If you take away my snuff I’ll stick my foot up your ass!
First – take your box Give it a shake Gotta’ make those big clumps break!
The roses are withered, The violets are dead, The snuff is all lumpy And so is your head!
Enticing snuffbox Inviting a yerning nose, Explosive embrace. (That’s haiku… still life poetry in either a 5-7-5 or a 3-5-3 meter.)
India Meets my anxious nose It’s Kailash!
enchanted snuffbox my head is filled with these and for the life of me
gone camellepord untill another time as I can regain snuff
Oh where oh where are you tonight Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over and thought I found true love But you met another and *sniff* you were gone!
Lovin’ the Haiku!
it’s a fun thread! snaps everyone B-)
Lovin’ the Haiku!
I don’t think nosemboss has gotten the hang of it quite yet… #-o
That is a picture of what was my eye… silly.
Indian buffet Pinch of Kailash for dessert Whole new sensation! (Due to the lingering aftertaste of Indian spices in your mouth. Did it for lunch today.)
Indoors alas. Wind is whipping. Snuff in my nose. Enjoy the dripping.
Santa was a snuffer Have no doubt
My wooden snuffbox Nobody knows what it is… Let’s leave them guessing!
your wooden snuffbox someone has recognized now you must flourish
What makes us human? The concept of: “This is MINE!” (Hoarding side effects…)