Of all the family demands

The gift he had was of the gab:‘My uppers cure all ills.’He drove his shiny Yellow Cabthrough Walla Walla’s hills,meticulously keeping tabon all the moonshine stills.One day a patron took a stabthus wiping all his bills,they laid him on a concrete slab,don’t choose this life. It kills.

the term employed is, simply, oozeextracts move slowly, that’s a fact.Though does this mean a lesser show?Perhaps a quite reluctant flow?Friend, do not judge these things in haste,it’s all a matter of good taste.For those who would expect a spillperhaps a touch of chlorophyll?I say, get glasses for your eyesand watch the little monster rise.

he diagnosed the spot as fungalbut then the patient went berserkinside the sweaty Fitness Junglejust North of D-Day, near Dunkirk.

I got rid of the mammal in one single swoopthen got dressed in my Sunday School silk.Said the fish with his dull and concupiscent eyes‘drink your milk, man and learn to relax, ‘I was Ikarus though and must take to the skieswhere the sun will soon melt all my wax.

so you can,in times of stressor natural fatiguejust rest your backagainst the seaof God’s own flowers.I removed each thornso none would stingand trouble youas do those words,spat out at usby vicious tongues.It took me ages,though I did not mind,and it is perfect now,as you may find,and may I ask you sweet,will you have meon your…

He likes the flowers and the bellsbut buys what JC Penney’s sells.He’s out on his own balconyand thinks the neighbours cannot see.But from the corner of the streetis one who’s dying just to meetthe desert poet JC Carterwho maybe just that fraction smarterthen other poets in the region,though poets there are hardly legion.She watches him…