justwrite 24 august

crying shames defame their operas outlast their class warfare and stare full in the face of a chaste bank tanking up and spilling over the clovery wonderland expanding to stand on two feet above sea level with beveled edges and crimson hedges keeping out the undertow even though the odds are against it the tank is still empty is plenty of miles away when the rocket glares red in the face and i have space worth discussing but i'll have to pay by the hour for the account is getting low and the crows have feet too neat to dirty up the lavender the coriander breadcrumbs numbling their way through an uncomfortable day feeling too pleased to be exceedingly unhappy too nappy to be awake and too staked to be running free there is an escape in store in stores now and the more the merrier the christmas ferried across the canal where we will all be watching carefully mumbling warefully with no affect no caused seedlings growing up to a new year steering into certain waters hotter than a boilingbag could handle so all the mashed potatoes go out to play for keeps deep in the butterbean applesauce kidneypie surprise i have never had such a thing such a ring on my toe such a glow in my bonnet and a boat with you on it is sure to sail quickly just a rickety wave from the coast and i offer you my toast in exchange may you fly free of frames and swift of lifts in your shoes