This story I shall write tonight
Will be 40 lines and just right
Number 3 starts here, you see?
Dumby honey-gumpy bumble bee
Like myself amid 6 peers
crack’n joints ‘n splittin’ beers
raise a glass, tap plink-clink cheers!
memories ease like sensible smells
to capture happiness: writing helps
what you say and how you say it
creates a story as you make it
developing: mistakes and minds.
Chipping at something we unwind
curdle hurdle – crimp ‘n failure
wind the cables how you tailor
strings on kites with windless days
generations pass on time with plays
silly children – wise adults
sandy beaches – smelly faults
that tides fill when our moon’s full
wade in tidal pull –> in <– pool
Compose conduct concert – oh smash
exert that extra slice o’ smash
find that moment who made you laugh
smile bashful – look up cheerful
like today, I must admit
an anecdote on your’s truly’s shit
so pasty packed with mashed potatoes
stuck like butts might paste together
every cranny nook – my fanny shook
until the steeple popped a pee-hole
which opened like a geyser rocket
Ejected turd. nothing could stop it
leaving behind that pasty glue
which held to me like you knew
I wiped with paper many times
until I finally realized
to cast some spit on that TP
lubricate saliva hydraulically. It’s yellow
Well, oh: Turmuric made spit look shit.

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