VrijMiBo met ballen
Throw the blue ball above the little twigs of the tree-tops,
And cast the yellow ball straight at the buzzing stars.
All our life is a flinging of colored balls
to impossible distances.
And in the end what have we?
A tired arm – a tip-tilted nose.
Ah! Well! Give me the purple one.
Wouldn't it be a fine thing if I could make it stick
On top of the Methodist steeple?
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
Reaguursels
Dit wil je ook lezen
Black FriMiBo met Jessie J, Corpus Delicti, Vondel
Even de kerstbonus pre-emptive op een café nuken
VrijMiBo met De La Soul, René Karst, Danko Jones & THUNDERDOME
Nog steeds weekend, nog steeds bier, nog steeds nieuwe stijl
