thunderstruckus

thunder

stuck us…
in a cane of chorus
rhymes align
beat in lights
of pious….

“giddy up
StageOSoarUs”

the temps are hot
and the service
is porridge
teas in a pod
don’t really bore us
but the able in body
do just adore us

~ gob smacked an ass
and at last amore us!
seen backin ash
is a fiddler’s Horus!
Sphinx didn’t ask
who was ‘winning’ charli…
but it only did ask
for a drink… “duh”

~ nabs on a horse
knot a donkey
gone fool us

flew through the sea
t’see a switch of course

was it a he ever known
as a howl in before us?
or was it a she ever known
as a hurl for sore eyes?

sheens the glass
with a guise on Polaris
and quite a surprise
for the many
who dared us

two…

“shaulk in awe”

~ shall we drink?

lightening strikes
and the shadow falls

would be….

the instrument
of intent it calls
flying into hearts
and vibrating soul
delivering smart
in a spark
called “man”

an agent gone a rye
as it typed back then
~ and then yet again

what of a could
in the woods of
Valhalla…?

emotions
in the oceans of the wind!
floating black coals
on the plume of a mind

.
.
.

...I…
.AM.
Ons why!

not a try
Fia…!

A “Poof!” said sexy
so go on man cry!
and say it again
and again!
for what
echoed then

and
not of a snot consuela
gone mad, Quinn

was rather
of a lather in things
OH!
and OH!
so!
it’s GOD!
GOOD!
and HOW!
GREAT!
e gads!

not really and really
it’s true and I swhere

it’s just a dog in hell
and I saw him there.
;) oh swell…

hickory’s dickory
is a dear ol’ doc

so riddle me this
and I’ll twiddle your talk

”...not exactly a mouse…
winding up this clock”

I got a sprocket
if you got a pocket
and a big sh.tick
“shug”

pop goes the fizz
Spock picked 1
glass of champagne.
.
.
.
beta that was
a.sOMe…
really great game.

twitterpate me hear
then hand over

dear,
thy name.
x

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