Two More Minutes With Peanut

minute poem Stretching, I might be four-foot-six I've learned to fix the wixumph jokes of thoughtless blokes. Some people are antriphinal - not short on bull "Peanut," they yell "Who cracked your shell? Perspecitus, 'tis a good word When thoughts get blurred, I watch them squirm at each word worm. When perspecitus meets wixumph, I can triumph, remaining bold - mood quite controlled. Vurshotimy! I call the shots, connect the dots. When chaps condemn, toss words to them. Two minutes with Peanut, no dice. A little spice 'tworks well enough to call their bluff. August 2, 2012 I played with silly, nonsense words, hinting at a meaning in the context. I also used a playful form called the minute poem. A minute is 3 stanzas of 20 syllables each equaling 60 syllables (like 60 seconds to a minute). Syllable pattern: 8, 4, 4, 4: Rhyming patter: a, a, b, b. Enjoy these two minutes.