Alvin
Even his score
detached a dirigible in a storm?
Nothing abhorrent-
or should the dogs take with me?
Making jogs..?
Hog logs?
I had to remain detached;
the fuzzy are right,
reaching storm height,
long overdone night...
I should have come twice,
knowing it'd be so nice-
you have had the scare,
and many slices of pie-
why so many vices though?
Language-
lion's-
loans.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2020
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