My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
Categories:
twilling, humorous, i miss you,
Form: Vogon Poetry
A gorgeous day, the kind we all love the best.
Anyway, those of us who are sane at the moment.
Robins are tweeting; cardinals are twilling.
There are butterflies; we can hardly wait to get home.
BAM!
Someone who was texting instead of driving ruins our day.
Categories:
twilling, car,
Form: Free verse
Live as if you will die today
Every moment of life is irreversible
No one is above death, no not man
It all started from mother Eve in Eden
Adam had a forbidden bite
Tilling and twilling became the price to live
They will die, says the infinite deity
By their sin we are doomed. Oh no!
The tall, short, fat, and even the slim
Red, brown, yellow black and white
So sad we have no respite
Categories:
twilling, addiction, adventure, age, angel,
Form: ABC
The ocean is untamed;
crashing down,
it rips the sand from under your feet.
The waves without mercy
smash anything in their path;
only the strong survive.
So cold and dark,
a grave too many ships;
taking life with one swoop.
Sometimes calming,
like a sleeping lion;
mysterious and unforgiving creatures,
lurk beneath the ocean deep.
Twisting, twilling,
and shaping the land like a giant hand.
NgairePatiole
Categories:
twilling, ocean, sea,
Form: Romanticism