Grimbeau

Cleaned up as

best I wanted,

feeling slumpish,

taddish offish.

Make a wishlist!

Worst it can do

is not come true

if you’re careful.

The glums are dripping,

grumbling swamp gobs.

I have just done

more this morning

than all weekend.

Ghost revealed his hairy hand,

trimmed his balded pate,

gave himself the willies,

curled up before liars on telly,

waiting on next second wind

to fumigate the fuggers.