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Artichoke spam in buckets of
ham singing a song serenade.
Digital moss forgetting to floss as it floats in Macy’s parade.
Coins in a pocket procured for a sprocket subsidizing a mole.
An overworked worker at night is a lurker around the cinema hole.
Toasting my bread and neglecting to spread a sheet for the crumbs to
bombard.
Constant complaining outside while it raining while dwarves are
washed from my yard.
Land Ho!
Land Ho!
The repeater’s
repeating Land Ho!
A carpet
of crickets is kindling for briquettes as barbecues begin to ignite.
Bigfoot is tumbling while fingers are fumbling thru specials beneath
the blue light.
Butter is churning and calories burning as milkmaids do undulate.
Pulling my head from under the shed while digesting the perfume I
ate.
Choking and spurting the network is flirting to take a piece of my
pie.
I’m looking and peering for land to be nearing but never really know
why.
Land Ho!
Land Ho!
The sheep
started bleating Land Ho!
Guitars
are strumming and Christmas is coming to pumpkins impaled on a post.
Beauty beguiling the simple yet smiling potatoes I cooked with the
roast.
Avon is calling for orders I’m stalling until I find a cigar.
Chairs are for sitting relaxing while knitting until you are hit by
a car.
Watch the ball shatter into my bladder to fix expensive leaks.
For land I am yearning my stomach is turning minutes and days into
weeks.
Land Ho!
Land Ho!
The drum started
beating Land Ho! |
