Kangaroo Whiplash Model

Ummm...I thought this would be more interesting (and/or fun) with no explanation at all. LMFAO! Enjoy!

drear Cousin Manthra::

 

my dog, Sassoon, ate Western Philosophy,

and vomited up a clump of weasel hair pasta

and under-underground intel on the use of subdural

backstab drones as viable weapons of mild dysfunction.

 

the coded globule was a textbook kangaroo whiplash model.

said msg read as follows:

Francis Bacon greased Aristotle’s belly,

and savagery can’t trust civility to store

its acorns properly when Zeno’s smile

has found a tomb on Voltaire’s chinny-chin-chin.

the wolf has officially giggled wildly,

and his summertime body is shiny

with radioactive gravy waves of sanguine

eagle droppings :: doorstop :: saddlebags.

 

o grainy veins!

::End::

 

Uncle Turtle sang, “shmarlax!”

while we all rocking chaired to the banjo juke-slap.

rah! rah! rattletrap weed-weevil,

sidewind….Spat-o-4-eye-

I-ayes have the ancient recipe

 to my daddy’s jingle bell rocky mountain stew.

 

nobodies tickle the reigndrop mop,

with spices Grandma Buddha rewarmed.

Wittgenstein is a tick on Chomsky’s earworm.

 

and the beige beetles swarm at noon.

Mr. Charlie’s hardhat is made of bologna.

procedure for the fire drill remains red-orange.

begonias! begonias!

we all feel like Sartre sharts sometimes.

 

omen!

holey-lude-yall!

::End::

Samuel slamdances a loan &

indy nude

::End::

Gilligan’s hat is fresh like the string cheese.

The cheese stands alone.

::END::

take care of your backteeth:

your old Pal,

Mr. Waggle

Reviews

[roarke]

Oscar Meyer and Oscar Wilde walk into a bar.... play an absinthe drinking game with boggle and Peter Seller's was in the back hawking the latest blu ray release of Dr. Strange Love. MI6 got a hold of the code and from that point everything looked pretty normal.... for b-o-l-o-g-n-a.......
If yer gonna have that much fun, ya have ta bring enough for the whole class, glass, morass....

[Kenneth The Poet]

Even in your not-give-a-s**t-mode, your poetry still rocks. The cheese does stand alone. I have no idea what I am saying today either.