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they've had to fumigate that house.....
infested with the scurri-lous,
it was a majellup-ed place...
those adamantine nits would race
from hither to the bounds of yon,
and not a stitch did they have on
their way to gloat in pinguescessence
they'd gobbled all the rolls and crescents....
found, cowering, beneath the stairs...
the game was up...and they got theirs...! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Alison Cassidy (3/26/2008 1:58:00 AM)
This is delightfully silly and reminds me of an horrific discovery some thirty years ago when I perused my son Keppel's 'new part', carefully and newly combed while staying with his friend Ben. To my dismay the part was in fact a crawling roadway of lice and more lice and what's more, Keppel seemed unconcerned and oblivious to their presence. Is it itchy? I asked. Not a bit was the nonchalant reply. Cool poem with some unique words to boot. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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