BLAST
SKULL
VAUNT
LIEGE
If I can’t turn this into a poem about D&D
what good am I.
ludic verbosity for the win
BLAST
SKULL
VAUNT
LIEGE
If I can’t turn this into a poem about D&D
what good am I.
FLYER, CHIME, VALID, LUMEN
BLAST from car’s bass rattles my
SKULL. Kids these days.
VAUNT the good old days when youth paid
LIEGE to their elders, like I did. Oh wait…
BLAST, SKULL, VAUNT, LIEGE
‘ALIKE as two peas in a pod,’ as she dons her
APRON, readying herself to peel the boxes of
FRUIT, staring at me and my daughters from
UNDER eyelashes soft and long. ‘Them eyes.’
APRON, UNDER, ALIKE, FRUIT
BREED your sons to be cast in the role of
CADET in whatever warfare service is your
CREED. Let them stand as men and
RIPEN. Pray the fruit won’t fail to seed.