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Please Help Yarn Hexed Door Neighbor

Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line with something foreign
sewing lips impossible mission 
even to force out 
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
(even ventriloquist like) argh gosh darn
smarting with horse sense
Equus caballus hilariously snorting 
cuz door left ajar 
allowing, enabling, and 
providing exit from out the barn.
 
H. Ty Warner's 
ingenious imaginative creations
(a craze that swept America circa
second half of ninety nineties -
and furious at their worthlessness today)
hungry carnivorous, ferocious, 
insidious, ludicrous, opprobrious... 
anything but innocent looking playthings, 
where sharp hairs 

bristle, kindle, and ruffle 
and upper and lower sharp teeth engage
abandoned beanie baby brood 
massive collections spouse accrued,
when said toys all the rage
uttered courtesy buttoned down sage
at auction in two thousand twenty two
might look as small fortune 
worth a few thousand dollars
no matter adamantly refuse 
being sold to highest bidder. 

Beanie Babies from exclusive events, 
the Original Nine designs, 
first-generation releases, 
and even toys with tag errors 
can fetch a pretty penny 
in the collector's market.

Overrun livingsocial hotmail
by teddy bears and beanie babies
bright idea of zee missus aye air
without any last thread bare
bequeathing, dedicating, forwarding  
aforementioned merchandise 
to whomever subtly nods head so beware 
(yes if you barely
shake noggin) that automatically translates
as goodies non-negotiably sold to thee

signed, sealed and delivered 
courtesy wordsmith 
duck quacking Doctor Demento, 
who forewarns patrons to clear
out and vacate premises asap
lest malingerers experience testament 
becoming subjected to she/her
addressed as gaseous spouse 
id est "my little buttock blaster” dear
surviving kin who ranks  
holy smokes - for obvious reasons, 

and before she begat two 'ere
rip press ably lovely daughters), 
anyway thee wife I fear
to publicize, she contracted 
benign strain sans incurable glare
to this knit wit – if anyone kin hear
ring house cleaning malady, 
thus far no unpronounceable hair
who offers chance to jeer
wag middle finger quite visibly near

heck – even call 
guardian angel on wing and prayer
or rumplestiltskin with tiny 
ear splitting flatulence sounding rear
help rescue me, 
who will button his lips I swear
with duct tape and mouth sealed 
with ropy hemp 
painstakingly made courtesy 
“I hate boys” under wear
now quick travel back 
in time from this year.

Come breathe with Justin, 
he sports nuff timber alive 
analogous rock of Gibraltar to belay 
lake nsync with Beastie Boys 
viz Bay City Rollers Culture 
Clubbing babes upon spring day
engrossed in this, that, 
or some other sweeping floor foray
(linkedin to Velveteen Rabbit) 
shedding gun metal gray
filled stack of hay

winter coat when 
warmer temperatures arrive, 
where humongous fur clumps lay
comprising sudden empty raft 
of shelf space minus a may
which event no picnic in may
nor pleasant as per needled 
zing globules, oh...
lemme get on track,
whence frenzied fever 
"cleaning bug" nee
major virus afflicting wife 

necessitates impossible task
strapping former bachelorette 
feisty Norwegian farm gal
straight laced as a yellowjacket 
livingsocial within droning hive, 
be game to play
24/7 challenged, 
I unsuspectingly quickly sink oye
which nearest prey
happened to be yours truly, 
destined to get submerged 

as black lagoon creatures’ pray
trending and feigning solution 
to null solution e quay
I hired devious skullduggery
Smokey and Bandits), 
an imp posse sub bill
outlaw gang), who lived lichen 
Aristo cur Rat along the quay
boot tiring and cruel task 
of her life Yukon say
shun didst tax patience for today

doth not wish 
to witness condemned self 
to uber fifth dimension
housing after lives like tiny Tim 
plays ukulele, where eye espy 
which unpredictable timeframe remaining 
lifetime sans wife oy vey
would frank lee zap 
every last oomph of mine
if able to remain with spouse 
meanwhile she obliviously

proverbially plucks persistently 
sprouting stranded follicles
tiller broad forehead resembles 
a minuscule tarmac way
Kantian fractal facial expressions 
where disembodied spirits
sup on diet of worms and whey
whose effervescent essence 
invisible as an x-ray
sewing seeds of life 
and white lily repeated onslaught 
with buttons and yarn ah feign YAY.

Copyright © Matthew Harris

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