In the past the wind of this riverside would not have comforted me
I probably would have never noticed the fragrance of delicate violets.
The robins' chatter might have annoyed me, for my ears are dog ears.
However, today in this moment, as I admire the autumn fancifulness.
I gaze to the mountains and feel a reverence for this hallowed place.
Bird chatter feels like singing, and comforts me in some weird way.
In the future I will head toward those snow-capped mountains.
traipsing toward them through Germany’s black forest.
Today frothy clouds greet me, encouraging my escape from my limitations.
Categories:
fancifulness, bird, nature,
Form: Imagism
Wer curthing in a briney brew
All gurglin’ such a slimy stew
Did mousey chap a laddle tilt
And fill his fizzog til owt it spewt.
Poor butcherin was seen at fault
The growly hag had bowed it owt
All eyes and nerdles floated ins
With scum on tip and squirky things
Gungey green with pursed haze,
The taste of such ner amaze
Glopular grizzle and snotty lumps
A wicked stench like ‘is ol pumps
4 and 20 guest were due
At half past now or wer it 2
Seatles set, naplings laid
A feastling on which deposits paid.
A pinch of twist, a corbage stalk
Perhaps a teeny weeny grit of snork
Just slick it owt, wince a bit
En grab a tizzle, lest it slip.
The festers there, best be quick
Light the cammbly thing sticks,
En turn down the sights
We’ll curse their senses, so no frights
Let’s brow out the glooping mess
With silver service, all fancifulness.
A roaring cheer a grand success
Crown im up a MasterChef.
Categories:
fancifulness, celebrity, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme