When Epidurals take Stock

by grimbeau



Stumbled, hugged, slurped,

puffed the grizzly, mizzly

still born grim morn


Away with the furies,

the septic harpies,

the skivvying puggled blurb,


the chivvying, nagging

behemoth of claptrap and piffle

squatting in my gnomic canyon.


The limescale crumbles line the mug

The unicorn dismantles the cradle

The dish does away with the spoon.


Everyone chips in when

Push comes to shove

At the heel of the hunt