Anvil in a Lace Bootie

Henry’s rose bloomed in April. Henry bloomed in May. They planned to rule the world in June. By July they’d been taken away.

one side makes you larger the other makes you small if you ingest too many you’ll slide a waterfall while on the spiral wall forever in a ball of sparkle

while suffering the wrath of mome i wandered far away from home i hopped aboard a trolley car and hopped off at the nearest bar in palsied hands i gripped the glass ‘what’s wrong, old sock?’ said Darla Bass ‘the wrath of mome,’ was my reply she fell back stunned and turned to fly departed […]

There was a man named Mason Jarr. He lived in a rusted touring car. He gave lots of speeches and dined upon leeches and on one occasion a liter of tar.

I’ve written a marvelous story. It begins on a wing and a prayer. It continues to struggle for glory with a cat consuming a pear. It ends on a lake in a dory with about a minute to spare. I’ve written a marvelous story all alone while I sat in this chair.

A strident reptilian fellow Kept all kinds of stuff in his pillow He lost lots of sleep which caused him to weep Much more than the oft cited willow

Snoopy, the landfill beast looked north, then south, then east. He sighed an audible sigh directed at the sky. ‘Why must I live in this trash? If only I had enough cash, I could dwell in marble halls with paintings on the walls.’ He shrugged and resumed his eating of a tire and some rusty […]

strangle the cobweb, my lady don’t live on borrowed time although your past, it is shady the couplets, they must rhyme strangle the cobweb, my lady in a warm and sunny clime while still you’re in your prime strangle embrace the grime

the evilest robot of them all isn’t so very awfully tall but there never is the slightest doubt at the droop of an eyelid your spleen’s ripped out

This here rhyme is not about fish. Rather it’s all about making a wish. Oh moon, or sun, or any old star Up there above me, please fix my car. Thanks in advance. I’ll be in the bar.