Florin
by grimbeau
What’s the time on Dandelion?
Burning, yearning gravy waftings.
Wild Cries of joyful carwashers.
Five dimensioned rosehip cushes.
Who painted the lawn day-glow emerald?
A sporran in the night, a ptarmigan at dawn.
A creative with a sloppy bucket.
A mandarin blood orange.
Grimbeau 