Sometimes I just roll with it! Hope you enjoy this freewheeling write!
Daze and days of penmanship Potent perhaps a touch of sun Shipshape warming of outlet ink Ishmael invites a tale; I say: “stowaway” Stop all blubbering; just get yammering Yo ho soupmates, we must steer the ship Stir golden pot of disbelief and brass tacks Torrential corkscrew pasta, perhaps? Pish posh of the alphabet riding the waves Wending its way, each letter to the crew Conspirators of sonnets, limericks and dust Dangerous alliteration, elevation and descent Decidedly dizain, free verse or blank; thats it?!
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