Bescreech this way.
Along the undertoe, that sleepy, knolly knoll.
Belone this path.
Amidst the granules, these earthy, grav'ly grolls.
Shine forth atrocity unsheathed.
To bat again,
To beat,
A sinner's tale so far bequeathed.
Unto our morose ear
-Oh such a hear we hear.
Like boastfuling blads lone Artem's sham.
So do us mortal's fear.
The trump,
-Oh yes tis poet's bliss,
We sinkers fel would say.
So gape thy mouth,
Slith out thy tongue.
And fess your fowled jay.
---Poem written the other day when I started thinking about the word knoll. It just kind of evolved from there.
Chris
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