Snivelling Little Creep

by grimbeau

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Waiting on pork sausage

We were forced to skelt

willy-nilly

for mute sanctuary from

tampons confounded take on fern hill.

 

Tea was derationed today in fifty two.

 

Five eggs variously

boiled Mohr’s scale by Nanny Charperson.

 

Is it safe?

Can we come out?

Chai or Cha, your High Chairness?

 

We emerge and return

Waiting for pork sausage

Green and dying in our chains

Ding-a-Ling.