Ella Fells A Fella
Ella peripherals the scene,
instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.)
An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be
particle_lurely bored.
Then another quip came to her
as she forbodingly tied a not in a cherry stem with her tongue, invitingly, slurping drool.
"Should this sucker need to be stuck like a stamp,
licked and posted, like bark leech-clamp, (chuckles)
"sticky, sweet,... tramp!, she forced the rhyme,...
umm me!", she realized admittingly, raising her hand, fittingly, wittingly.
A Great Oak looks on, a sentinel and scribe
of posterior, umm for posterity, (sorry for the impropriety).
Parchment,-leafs set in place at "the Table",
(thinks, right now, anything is "on the Table"), imagines Ella...
A wise Maple drips a sapping drop of tear,
a romantic at Heart-wood, in that fear.
But this was in remembrance of the Man's soul.
As inevitable as "does a Bear..."
A mighty Walnut sees this sappiness and dangles
a nut to the Maple, before it burst in bust on the rock beneath, a drop of mic on the Forest floor,
in ceremonial mockery and a tinge bit more.
The companion Walnut tree, did not waste any time,
"do not bust a n.."!, he lended, bending, over in mirth, almost, "supine", he winks.
Ella grabbed her pet tree-snake and began
to non-chalantly make her way to a clearing
by the Falls.
A misty effer-cloud spit up upon the bank, cha ching, salivating like a storm-cloud above a picnic, where everyone is "having a ball."
Ella began to sing innocently, enough,
before escalating in a hook
of chorus-moving-harmonics to the beat and beading, cascading off her milk-weed
garments perspir-perforating,
which she cast aside like drift-wood in a swell
in foresting of de forestating a spell.
O, She began her dance of the "Forest Veils"
Orhythmicly spinning as each new leaf would fall,
this lumberjack would be of the fallen fellsOwes.O!
A wise-acre of Shadow-wood bet as if
with nothing to lose, and in front of saplings in the
copse, having barely held their first dews.
(Lost in a Forest of Delusion or shall it be corpse?)
A lightning split Mahogany, set amongst a somewhat enigmatic circle of petrified "mineral brains", in his skullduggery,
took that bet and raised the Shadow-wood
five of it's rings, in lieu of first comes delusion,
then corpse, and final resting place, he called, in his conclusion "inside a copse, of Dogwood !", ba-zing!
The Shadow-wood ...
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Jude Herrick
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