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.

*

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