Snagg & Pickles
Summer in One Room
What gives with the sea of nettles growing up the windows? Loudly came no stern riposte.
You tell me what you often eat and I will tell you what you often are. Indeed. A bacon and egg primate, a rich tea biscuit and two squares of comely chocolate.
Unveiled a fiend incarnate; soused in pink paraffin; creaking in forked tongues; fire flamed by glow worm; intent on rapture capture; sound balloonist waves; little dots keen on plunder; scared by squads of silverfish; delicate little flower; powered solely by cheesecloth; thrilled by sturdy necklocks;
Sore toes destroy jjuicy insouciance like rabid tigers gnawing on a pariah; all hell broke loose in Hades while we simpered in the abbey ruins prisoner baiting and people hating
Pure as the driven crow determined to improve on jet glossed plumage
For fire burns in this hearth since the old king shuffled off
Ivory shoulder: dead giveaway; elephant man
Consider the indifference of existence with a passion over easy
Reap harm and carry on
Your only as good as your last treble Lutz
Night fell like a modest incline
She walks in beauty Tuesdays, Thursdays, and, if its nice out, Saturday afternoons.
Today it will be thirty degrees centigrade and I have blisters fit to burst already my life
Winceyette pyjamas it sure am not…