welcome

oh dear!

feasts of fiends

friends of distant compliments

hold us above in monuments

sat us under starry brilliant polka dotted nights

chirping conversations

indulged by immature laughter

 

How dare the jester react by jesting!

 

with word jousting by dousing the facts in a vat

him of humble motley tales spat

forward neat words comforted in chaos

dressed in checkered song and praise tied in tongue knots

 

its wobbly here amoung a court's stone

Reviews

[Seriana]

Ooooh, amoung....sneaky speller you. ;) When do we get to see the tower poem? ;)