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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old bean,” she grinned,

“have no use for vanilla or rocky road Knights
their dripping soft amour, sterilized in Pine-o-clean
polished up to a frenzy with squirts of Mr Sheen”

"Diamonds, old chap" she admonished, 
"they do not stand alone
they stand beside a King 
if they must... 

but they are always -
and wherever -
The Queen”

in that, 
you can most definitely, 
Trust

“To the Trolls”, 
she spooned him some more

she drew out her sword, 
nothing like the crying game
it was ultra sharp, fountain-tipped 
and poisoned with ink

“Off with their heads!” 
she maniacally laughed

background noise
the "In-n-Out" crowd, 
the tinkling of nervous laughter
sanctimonious prayers to the here-ever-after

Their trollish heads rolled onto the floor
the Chirpers claws covered in blood
scurried back home, like rats and 
closed all their safe doors

Her raspberries, juicy and ripe
sugar-coated and glistening
bowling balls used as pins 

her lowest hems
they’re for tarts, 
crusted in ignorance

she uses their 
black beady eyes for buttons, 
sows them all in long rows
keeps them singular, stagnant, apart

nobly she gives them all a 
perfect death, 
kills all her darlings
swift and clean

it always works out for the best
to be up front, from the start,
when you are -
The Queen

Who needs the Knights and 
their chortling minions?
When you have warm sunlight
and a hot King with a big gun 

In your Raspberry Queen March

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





“You’re So Cool”, Jonathan Bree
https://youtu.be/Bt6A7IJtteI





Body so fit
So full of spark
With affirmations
As your wall art
You were driven
Eyes on the prize
A yoga routine
Home exercise 

Now like the faded star
In sunset boulevard
I play the devoted butler
Morning coffees by the bed
While all hard fought endeavours
Bring in diminished returns
You're so cool, it's true
You're my kind of girl
Keep you 'till the end 

Find solace in the privilege to pursue
Most people are crushed into servitude"






LYRICS/ “You’re So Cool”, Jonathan Bree
https://genius.com/Jonathan-bree-youre-so-cool-lyrics






amour/armour





hmmm, "Happy Halloween".... or thanks giving - your choice.




Alternative Title: "What Fresh Hell is This?" 






artiste: Gabe Leonard
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