Eloise Emerald's Adventures In The Grass, 8

For from the heavens... Hmmm, might be overstatement:
from great height, where once upon shins towered unbent
kneezes of Weeze's, did descend heavensent,

so to speak, chimero hero with squeak of suspension,
bobble of recoil. From helicoptering gesticulations
of mnemonically twinging ocelli-tipped horns,

Eloise an invitation inferred, mounting bareback
this springheeled samaritan's carapace. As a Jack-
in-the-box jumping bail, off tarmac of ginger tom's muck,

newcomer to the rescue boinged with saltation
unbounded. For want of a seatbelt, stirrups or reins,
she hugged hard the panoplied leaper, airbourne

soon as 6 springs soldered to his suit's chassis
violently decompressed. A white knuckle mobile eyrie,
even compared to 'Walking In The Air' parody

enacted earlier by Eloise & non-niveous Dodo,
but, still, 'pon this poundland Pegasus, cinch to view
Poochipoopopolis by Lucozade aberfanned in toto.

th'incognito escargot averred, his ommatophores

throwing shapes like an Egyptian, by exposure's

foreshadowing animated. 'Benzo? Rings no bells. 

                                                            'Fraid you're

 

mistaken, I'm th'Emerald Dragonflea, long underwear type

round these parts.' 'Emerald? Gerald H. Cripes!

We're practically famalamadingdong! You're missing a cape,

 

but you're superhero in my book. Poochipoopopolis

would have been my feline fudgepark Pompeii, near miss

only coz o' your bionic boinging, most courageous

 

Benzo!' gratefully fawned Eloise. 'Oh you, I'm blushing

under this dreadnought getup! Psst, your gumshoegazing

at my pendulous giveaway gogglers wasn't barking

 

up wrong bonsai - it is I, Mojo's Topper Headon,

Mitch Mitchell o' molluscs: Benzo!' the disguised dodman

divulged. 'For springs, I've Frankenharvested resilin

 

from the legs of all the real fleas shed by the Odd

Orange God Dog (Barratt's for flies His chod

chute). & my caparison's cannibaflysed cuticles 'alf the pods 

                                                                      discard.'

 

'Grated Cheese's ghost! You're like Albert Einslime!

That Iron Flea harness looks sardine tin! How'd ya streamline

cochleate caravan you carry not to crack within the confines

 

of that bouncing battlesuit, a shell-within-a-shell?'

Weeze pried, wide-eyed. 'Truth be told, tenerally supple still

am I,' disclosed th'Emerald Dragonflea, a.k.a. the snail,

 

Benzo. 'As both headbanger & a crimefighter, 

which still involves banging heads & notching up shiners, 

I'm precosh. My integument's thus squidgy, immature

 

is my protoconch beneath garden guardian's barding.

I wear a stage-shell when Greasy Crawlies play, jazztarding

mosca moshpits. 1/2 rhythm section's still residing

 

within whorled bunker of said civvies: th'annelid

subwooferer, Skadders, he commandeered it once I did

my Clark Kent telephone box bit. Tho' spannerflid if he did

 

- coz why would being buried puckaterry an earthworm?

Almost as if Le Dieu Caché's making a right Lassie's Alpen

outta their anthropomorphisms! But I must be off, madam,

 

th'Emerald Dragonflea has sworn to rid this locale

of loco locavore so voracious, Crawlies' fanbase dwindles!

'Tis Pacman on 8 legs, Flying King, who has a spindle

 

up his sphincter!' 'Duke Ashtray & his anthropomorphandchas' 

left Weeze blank, but hunchback slug in kickass carapace

would be wise to Mojo's whereabouts, whilst she di'nt know 

                                                            frass!

 

'Alas, Flying King'll be blackfella & Ludo'll be the bugong,'

Weeze grit her pearly gates, 'Ludo's my bosom bug, 

                                                  I must tag along!'

& afterwards, with herself she collogued, source a Growing Song.

 

'All superheroes have sidekicks, like Batman & Debbie McGee,

so hop astride!' Thus the drummer by day & vigilante,

erm, also by day, enlisted her into th'insect insurgency,

 

arachno-No Campaign. After hourish of superpronking,

like opentop elevator whose mechanics were malfunctioning.

upon her flea-us ex machina, Eloise's jumping

 

Jack Nohis noted a telltale yarn motifed chessile

between thorns of her old man's Minerva roses, Wild

West flowerbed, where 2 eyes on stalks & 2 sessile 

1s reversed

  arrow of Ariad-

ne's thread

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