TAR PAPER UNBENT
tar paper unbent riddled with bullets and rhymes in the morning sludge of strangled nightingales
tar paper unbent riddled with bullets and rhymes in the morning sludge of strangled nightingales
jacaranda jack be quick do your purple blooming trick
here might be flowers for your eyes to savor or mayhap you’ll eat them to enjoy their flavor such folly on your part would become far graver for you see, they’re triffids, and nothing can save yer
going up hill is grand with an extra lung at hand if you must do with a paltry two frequent rests are called for, it’s true crawling on hands and knees may prevent a cardiac seize really it might be best to remain at home and rest
nervous, they wait poised motionless hearts thrumming like windblown caterpillars riding the dawn soon soon but not yet
Yellow iris drenched in dew look mighty nice. Agree, don’t you?
The triffid and the loon went out on the town They pulled out all stops and painted it brown The triffid had venison like Alfred Lord Tennyson The loon ate four chickens to honor Charles Dickens And when all was said and most of it done they concluded, by Jove, they’d had lots of fun
Little Red is this bud’s name. He was scheduled to be called Clarence. But that was before he wilded to flame, and his elders practiced forbearance.
Today is the birthday of Wanda Gag. Did you know that her last name rhymes with frog? One Newbery, two Caldecotts were her quota. Not bad for a wunderkind from Minnesota.
trek if ye dare into the wood defy the enveloping mist and when ye be lost, forlorn, without hope with doom ye will hold a last tryst