Nosy about her tea cozy
Through the kitchen window
Mrs. Appleberry peered
Upstairs in her bed
With ice to her head
Mrs. Ohnion feared
Her cozy had gotten loose
Or otherwise disappeared
Nosy about her tea cozy
Through the kitchen window
Mrs. Appleberry peered
Upstairs in her bed
With ice to her head
Mrs. Ohnion feared
Her cozy had gotten loose
Or otherwise disappeared
The Fog of Aug
In the windowed distance
Nightly by the sprightly tree
Crept and wrapped
Like laundry flapped
And dispelled the mystery.
Some days you’re hanging on a word
Others dangling by a sentence
Hands gripping the H
And body aches
Are left for the Holdovers
From outer space
He punctuated his statements with a near-to-honking laugh which seemed to cancel them out.
Track of the flake
Moonbeam to ivory bouffant
Twirl to dissolve
In the stardeep current