Where the Sweet Meet

Life like from a fish bowl, really! Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know? All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye? All those awesome totally rad houses of flannel-gray San Fran's Victorian Ladies, classic! Life all sweet and wrapped in the ledges and overhangs, really! Portcullis like totally frail, precious, half formed, clueless babes. Really, half the town is like crazed! Full of what-evers and dandy duds like newborns each Lilliputian pop-up a sweet meat, smoked stoked and toked inside their saccharin selves. Life's a gay and grodie array of colorful buggers. A,gag me with a spoon, side show of hard candy colored covers. Really, like jujubes shaken from raspberry doors... So take a chill pill, a coffee toffee, a licorice bit, a vanilla sucker and get your most excellent self with your killer looks and like surprisingly soft center to sweet Ole San Francisco's scene. *internal line rhyme [not end rhyme ;)] ** 1980's Cal i forn i a English Contest: Talk Like That Sponsor:Craig Cornish Poet: Debbie Guzzi