Welcome To Keenly Beanly

If my poetry were a place it would be Keenly Beanly Pumpkin Pie There would be gootslangs, underbellies, and brazen cats that fly. Trixie muse would be wearing a gold crown with emerald jewels round. A more whimsical place could hardly hope to be found. Adjectives and adverbs would be hanging out on Gumslopper trees. A fire dragon would fly in on the hem of a Shlugwhopper’s knees. I would be sitting in the corner, my hazel eyes looking up facts. Highswallows and lowelvers would be making ridiculous pacts. Keenly Beanly Pumpkin Pie would be full of new material for me. Fibbermidgets and Ghostwormers would twirl until they are free. Color is everywhere – orange, red, turquoise, purple and blue. If you are outrageous enough, we might make room for you.