
Observation #2
Some shoes are not meant to be worn. — Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 1 month ago
An exceedingly menacing maid Loved to creep through the halls in the shade. Whispering oaths no one knows, She’d leap about on her toes And take jabs at the air…
By Anna Kozloski – 1 month ago
The shrieks of one puny Prince Gibb Roused a nurse to inspect the babe’s crib. Her findings were shocking— A cradle still rocking A singular, semi-mauled rib. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 2 months ago
The residents dare not inquire Why she spends every day on the spire; The last one who asked Unnaturally passed When she unleashed a monstrous lyre. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 2 months ago
If the past is the past, And the present’s downcast, Rejoice, then, my reader, In a brighter forecast. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 months ago
She swings above, from bough to bough, And sweetly sings, “The end is now!” – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 months ago
‘Twas a matter remarkably queer That a turnip had grown from each ear, And to make matters worse He’d not see a nurse; The prognosis, indeed, was unclear. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 4 months ago
Quite curious is the raccoon Who leisurely plays the bassoon. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 5 months ago
There once was a dubious parson Who zealously dabbled in arson, And in Hell, he rejoiced That the torture of choice Did not daunt but secretly charmed him. – Anna…