A Little Bit Of Slackjaw...

Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick

Did claggy with a cobbled tone.

The moon, in shade rode whimsy high

And whiffled with a moan.

 

By hairy dog and camel toe

I trundled on and farted,

By gum and skinny teeth I went

Unshaven and wholehearted.

 

Hag I not seen but in a girth

A womb of some renown-

A creature from some other Earth

Not cream, yet still not brown.

 

I wooden, with my Ivy stick

And waving with a fist

Fought on with friendly foe in tow

For valour, kin and Kist.

Reviews

[Jayne Disdaine]

Im bamboozled yet have the perception pf being ranted at (in a friendly manner) by an insane smelly genius with a brown paper bag and 40 yr old trench coat. Is he the sole defence out planet has against the alien menace?
Any how, bravo and thankyou for messing with my head a little.

[Wayne Riley]

I look on your lovely comment with Disdaine, but by myself of course. Thank you. x

[MomzillaNC]

Another one that amuses. Again - IDKW

[Wayne Riley]

To be amused is enough. Why, because you are alive. Glad you enjoyed it.

[MomzillaNC]

I really enjoy your playful style. It's like a new Suess.