correctly that no-one
, unsound of mind
squats over pamphlets
…except iPad enthusiasts
, I buried four
and twenty blackbirds
, herring nary one
, that I might
find a crease
of light exposed
, a teensyweensyweensyweensyweensyweensyweensy one
over the eight
-ball, but hardly
had Hardy ha’d
when Laura silenced
His Grace discreetly.
chorused out flatulence
In C-major chords
a mynah cawed
over her speakerphone