Quasimodem
by grimbeau
Bangers in th’oven
Eleven o’clock pronto.
Football crowd chants:
‘He’ll shoot, he’ll score, he’ll eat your
Labrador, bloke next door, bloke next door.’
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Sausage sandwich assembled
fearlessly sampled.
Zingy tabasco gobsmack.
Vogeltop bowerbirds strut their stuff.
Lovenest blueprints scrutinised.
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Unique seduction points include:
iridescent spiders,
chocolate slugs, ant crispies,
seven flugelhorns,
zinc embossed en suite
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Chamber Music hall;
silent moviedrome quintet;
playing incidentally framing caption
awestruck terpsichordal disbelief.
An Enlightened harpsichord.
~
Greasepaint mascara yard brush.
After birth oven nation.
Cod fish sauce soused
In Tin foil enveloped
Satisfaction guaranteed.