Tide Pod Dreaming–Oxidation of Spackles

Poetry 1 Minute

Brick the toilet wall.
Don’t eat asparagus,
Unless you desire,
Smelly wee.

On your bike!
Show them your,
Gentle side.
And Wrexham,
Washed a barnacle.

Brick the toilet wall.
Old habits,
Kiss a socks.
A pants.
A glassus.
Vibratronic!

Stumpy Rogers,
Chuckles O’Casey,
Curtains DeMarco,
Shampoo LeStrange.
Tripping balls!

Can I borrow your sock?

Brick the toilet wall.
Wraith of Sparta.
Rock the bells,
Was an optimistic,
Point of view.
Very droll!

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Published by edwinsaxton

I like poeming and plan to do so on here. I don't expect people to like it, but then the best artists are never fully understood in their own time. Just know that I'm better than you! CYMRU AM BYTH!!!

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