When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box;
The spider laughed while running on his hands;
It was heterodox insect with eight legs eating dark chocolate;
There stood a theistic hovercraft
They are perfumed from unseen spacecraft
Much I marvelled the propellant comet;
I am shorn of my vomit yet I sprew up the bird nest;
Somewhat louder than the grommet;
While I pondered, antinomian and palmate;
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Run on little red fox
Run on don't watch the clock
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Kayaking and kayaking with my chuck
Death shall bring hares
When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box;
The spider laughed while running on his hands;
On a track the spider chases the fox
5/19/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
antinomian, adventure, analogy, longing, visionary,
Form: Free verse