(AppreCJ8n, 0.1: Lovegot Licegoat)
Hardmen are handier than, oh, craft of 'oh'-ing silly ta excell in, owes all ta
owning up - granted lice is allfill
but no los hermanos mitchell of hardship,
literose emotions are opposite whatness of realest real. Andemotions, allthere
defibarely notreallybut Is. Know i feel not ta feel i know
- secret is the secret its are notso fussy as ifs! What forever? Thus 'what-ever' forever:
butt. Just Her luvvit really hasgot me like a clip-
pitywhenhet, rum 'un prince of rams; what evertiz, add giddying love
and i'm the spartacus o' shortarse jeerhalf ascot, delbo trotskye of
nonbobtailed trotting!
No man's massticating mascot, i'm a slippurryy goat!
No ceratopsianneddy of a billy,
i'm happy hornface, up ta goodsiring a hypothesis of bounding goodsires, long as
hypofs these is. Nowkidding around like the mount-
'n twir' round, i'm topleaper for tip leaving for tipmost tipmoist leaves.
No cliffclamped brood from mountainous humums,no mutie mountie sons
cud outafgant'-
lope
this clifflife lice, hoofsurf nuff ta tranksten,
domesticastrate 'n' geddyupgidd me now i hav my prime - non-nanna - Sleeknanny
- go at it baa! Then back ta barebacked sleep, bod and Shebod inflump
now sleep zeepeasily even honourledge
like the savage sheep of the steep. Therethereno insomniac gallop
from a badkid's knowledge of the occolt dark calf,
coz i'm Her hercine trustyseed feralstud.
Selfdefence in a lover's gambolling, for lavalambs the bestdamnshiningparagon,
i wud not bandy
on craggyasmickgambon crags of a bridelope 'pon olympus.
Is a thorn,
fledgling knifefight when i've the knowl'g
o nil algesic, newedge thru lovefact threemillion and eleventy,
'scribable in a licetick, wink of
three willion eleventeasandsevenwees: that my Ceej doesn't need ta be carried,
so paper uttermills will not bulge
as person o' licey, lunchtime ohmoves, still has his pencilsin paperkills
and unspikings of paperkills,
creatively scrapes like luvgoat lice got spearhair, ramraidface
in headbudding motion.
Nor does She-jay sidle up ta transportin', uh-uh, 'nother! i may peace-
fully dance on all fooves.
and give moping guns for no manus upintheknowledge i can collapse.
Coz allalong stumpendings cling dance on, on as if of
each woodwormtouched, mothfleetin' mountain. Amno
emissary tho', nor insectile mule that's - 'less he's atlaps'd
- atlassued by proyank atlas, whom
modbabyla-
mericon-
builders bummed
so bigoldbigot attyboy alas'll shelve the earth first...
i's in such sorts of sorts
at last i'm knowing none
save the saved least of us can sort out
whatlasts.
No ammocrowned werewooled bananoidbonced shitbull,
now no cares who cares when cares who whocares when
everything past whatis past Her eyes' revision is a bitty bit,
nothing ta me now me's a but-
ter beast and bug 'n' bear and tibetankashmir,
bighorn sheep withno gnu bile for the nubile.
Ornormulbull bloat or goke o f'kin tired
o' a-bleateration in
own unsoun' mountaphorical moxie; there's snoredonia...
For woodenhillwalkers. Butnow am i snowbringer
with cowbells sounding old cold cod yeses and nos snowedoff sonsofgod,
on the summit of a toothpick?
No, me milked, human-
ised bloke that moomurs and snoffles,
is snouching and snorching
SHARE SO THAT I'M FAMOUS BEFORE I'M DEAD ; -)