justwrite 25 july

under the afternoon tea there's a spree waiting for its chance there's a dance waiting for its steps to net the next big swing the thing of it is though a pogo stick didn't stick the trick just right and i've been up all night at 5 am ramming a lamma dingdong all around the block and frankly i'm thick with it sick and tired and well fired up like a cup full of steamrollers like my mum would say nibbling on a biscuit i am yes and what of it oh get off it and yank your own chain for a while until that drainpipe smile goes the way of the tophat and the kazoo for when you were looking the other way i pinched your hay and replaced it with decaf straw oh you saw the difference didn't you well the joke's on who now since i was joking just hokey-poking you in the ribs just a dran can of laughs in those mosquito rations cashing in our agazines for shaving cream and hershey bar foil smelling like sensation and dreaming of the vacation we ought to be on and possibly are but the sun's too far to bounce off of and the moon keeps shoving the ocean and showing no devotion to the dirt either if you want to know the truth not that the youth care with their uncouth hair and tomato stomachs flummoxing their elders their betters and the letters we will write to their parents--! well!