Scrumdown
by grimbeau
Ned occurs sporting
fish gourds.
Slinging hush,
wordbads too uggo
to stink out odious air,
being made
as I am of late
made over
anew of dun nomadic clingfilm,
with years odd spent
purging defiant biscuit wrappers,
one finds oneselves bleating
like a severed limb.
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Lampadadampasanda.!
So the howl goes up.
Declination brooks invitation?
I scamper for the cringes.
Noises of adjustments echo…
A declaration will follow at
some given point heretoforwards