One couple of days on a winters eve
The hibernaters wore their sunhats and kicked up frozen leaves.
They thanked Crunchie it was friday that monday night
And the midweek weekend brought them sorrowful delight.
But they had to face the ending of their never ending story
And they didn't even place in their top ten glory!
But the moral of this story is... nothing was learned.
You've wasted twenty seconds that this poem has earned.
Daylight is wide-eyed, it glares
like an angry samurai.
We are pinned down
naked to the piecing sun.
It's all too exposing -
the heat flays and burns.
A violent light fries sunscreens,
drills through sunhats
while we blink under gritty lids.
The humidity drains,
we slouch, crouch,
strain out our words.
Its’ a dry dog time
where doggedly nothing wags.
We dream of cooling winds,
of those days
when a salty sweat did not
dry-out our lolling tongues.
Playing tic tac toe with a triangular time bomb can be said to be a great idea for a triathlon of terrifically trained turnips whose expertise in the feats show a huge display of dedication, dietary dresses, and downright deserved dutiful distinguished drag. But a stage is not a stallion nor a stagnant shaped ship. But wait now and look over there and carefully study what is around. It is the fast fishes. Fast fishes fleeing flying fermented frogs. And the arrival of a little deck of cards is quite astounding really. For cards clap ecstatically exciting excellent extrasensory extraterrestrials eating evening electric eels. Oh great. Here is the glass beads chatting again. Clutter jingle. In a clatter. Of course in a clatter for clatter chatter is a seasoned dish of cubic carved corn smiling in weapon proof sunhats. Dare to dance the dance of delight with a dishcloth then. Good. Fantastic. Hahah the sea wheels are treading over an otter hut. Hahaha mangos balancing on top of a fifty acre sky scraper. Xxxxx psychologically z z z z 1 2 3 4 pea leap. Z
Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
This day will never come our way again
Let's listen to the loud gossiping blue jay
And enjoy the red of the bright breasted robin
Let's sing in the excitement of the busy building ants
Laugh at a cricket cajoling a tender green leaf of grass
Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
For this day will never come our way again
Let's remark about the veins of the oak leaf
And revel in the joy of holding each other's hands today
Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
(This day will never come our way again)
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