The Silliness

Homey eyes of peasant stew A cozy-colored mossy mew Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu The forest fins for frosted fruits. The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread A partridge purr puffs through my head That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’ To packrat out the paquerettes. Don’t see the speech I say with sneer As something to be had with beer Don’t bucker bricks of buttered bleers And sift strunk talk through quandarous weirs. The clothes and shelter of your mouth Has cleaned my frame as cold as south For queeks are quay, oh when you quoth And yokel twirls are yaws of youth. Clearings clean, as cream is crisp With cluffs of clementine in risp The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps. Sweet as sneezes from a lamb As cozy as a Christmas ham To jaunt with you with bread and jam Is all I am, is all I am… A blanket for the rawest nerve A babe beyond the laws of earth A smile sways the swooping surf And gifts sweet goods of grinning girths. Your hair? An electric guitar! With sprinkles of suburban stars Might smell of smelting lemon bars Each strand a sacred seminar. That hark the realms of Everfar! And halt the helms of Neverare! That licks the lich that leavens scars! Screams “Non septimo, sempris quar!” I believe you’re Good, I mean you’re blessed With holy elks that guard your breast Whose rumps remain on royal chests And watch for wendigos out West. A soul of Greyhound bus views darkly Hushed in cornfields crumps so starkly With windmills waning wicks so barky Olive Garden oligarchies. Clearings clean, as cream is crisp With cluffs of clementine in risp The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps. Sweet as sneezes from a lamb As cozy as a Christmas ham To jaunt and jibe with you with bread and jam, Is all I am, is all I am.