The Picnic
The little pygmy named Pixie Poggly was quirky queenly quaintly and quickly, but rarely ever really did much can't you see.
Until one day, a raunchy rascal quaintly and shrewdly, Skinny and slippery that he was, came out of the foggy, smoggy, Smokey, sparsely woods to see what he could see without being too strangely, strongly suavely, oblivious in his swiftly, stumpy, surrey ways. His name was Andy Bailey he had been in the army down Aussie way, while barely battling the banshee that were bawdy, blackly, bloody in the boggy boundary of the outback.
Now while walking thru the town of Berkeley, he comes across a bossy, bluntly, brainy, bookie breathing brashly, balmy, bits of boogie bookie chatter to all the cheery, choicely, chunky crowd around his choosey, cheesy, cheaply choice of chummy spots. Now while having his coffee on this cloudy coldly day and in his coarsely cocky way, he coyly clamors crafty creepy words without much to say. Pointing at Andy and having him come his way, puts his arm around him and then starts to say: I have a chubby, quirky, queenly, quaintly and quickly cutie coming into town today, and she says she knows you from the daffy damply dainty little dairy where the daisies grow daily in the deeply densely droopy grasses next to the hay. She says she wants to meet you, hearing of all your good deeds. Her name is Pixie Poggly she will be riding a chubby, daffy, deafly, dinky donkey named Dixie. She is bringing a picnic lunch so you two can have some fun today and get to know each other down in the dainty dilly next to the densely derby where the dizzy doggie named Dotty has her duty and watches over the dreamy, dressy, downy, dowry of the fancy, fleecy, flimsy, flowery, and foxy maiden named Fatty Fannie. Don't get the wrong impression from her falsely, flaky floosie, folly name, for she is a fancy, feisty, fleecy, firmly fair maiden of all the land.
Now hurry on to meet her and have a funky, fondly, folly, frenzy, frisky, time and don't forget your Frisbee cause we all know you are gamely, or so it has been said in the gaily, gabby, ghastly galley down in Gatsby,
Where the gentle, ghostly, gaudy, gawky, gabby, gypsy genie hangs around each day. Get out there and have your fun, but don't be too giddy, giggly, goodly, goofy, goosey, grabby and make sure you use your good grammar that you used when you won your Grammy with all the grandeur that comes with it.
9-18-2007
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2017
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