A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted. To be seen is to chippy tea and biscuits and caked bacon chop. Large amounts of stew. Hahahaha and now a fish earring. Hahahaha and a wastepaper basket with ten arms and twenty legs. Attempting the javelin. Oh how great. Fantastic. Such array. Magnitude. Fortitude questioned whether it is a village? Hahahaha rapid trend annual annuls **** analogues. No hahahaha to that toothpick asylum. Nor grin. Pitter patter then. Thoroughbreds' leaving now so goodbye. Gooseherds' and gooseheads with lemon sauce drip. Pachydermia. Xzx
Categories:
snaffling, adventure, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
Serene Night
The ingress of celestial shadows above,
Around the surface of material structure.
Swallowing the brightness of day,darkness exchange,
And snaffling away what once deemed spate.
The soprano gradually creeping into solitude,
When the movers of life have journeyed in trance.
You enveloped the colour sheets in purple glimmers,
And sunlight bask diminished like game of solitaire.
Only the baste of soot creeps bated along,
The basket of life sleeps sinking prolong.
Of the capacious loom with loops of inapt tendencies,
And the cape of rest cresting the creole crevice.
When slumber is far taken and numbers regain,
And dews pervade the face of burgeoning light.
The beckon of bed and breakfast treat delight,
Will welcome the led of tracks from dusk till dawn.
Categories:
snaffling, happinesslife,
Form: Prose Poetry