Category: MikeCrowl

DROLL. The twitch in my eye seems to be the result of the dentist grinding on my
MOLAR. (My grinder ground.)
OPTICally odd. How does that intermittent drilling
MARRY up with a continual twitching?       

FAITH sprigs eternal; JUICE a moment, it’s
hope that springs. I misPENNEd that.
Just as SPRIGs isn’t springs and
JUICE is just. Blame it on a stuffed up nose.

CRAWL comes up on Google when I search for Crowl,
A TOLL I have to pay for having a name so close.
I could express outrage and say I’ll BROOK
no further misalignment. But I don’t have the SAUCE.

Boy, am I ANNOYed
that every time I FLUSH
the toilet it becomes an isolated ISLET
amidst a vast and smelly sea – until I AWAKE.

[The quality of my writing has gone downhill since I’ve been on holiday.]

“LAGER, please.” The barman, known to all as
FINCH, poured the drink, sneered
“CREPT in here the day you’re going to
marry that girl? What for? Dutch courage?”

An

OUNCE is a curious name for a cat

SLYLY stalking prey in the wild,

CRAWLing through mountainous terrain far

ABOVE it’s lowlands feline species cousins.

He’s such a high FLYER

His fans regard him HOTLY.

To see him FREED

I hope he’ll RALLY.

[Title suggests both the character and the author were struggling.

MURAL (I mean Muriel) lies snoring on the
COUCH. That proboscis provides a symphonic
ORGAN recital, all stops out. So loud is the level that
it’S HEARing-impaired registration only.  

DITTY ditty bang bang, I’m told, isn’t the proper title;
AMBER was forever, but isn’t Forever Amber anymore;
LAYER my burden down seems to have acquired an extra syllable; but CRUDE Oil Blues is the true blue genuine thing. To sing.

[Turns out Forever Amber is actually a song: I’d only known it as a book title. Johnny Mercer wrote the lyrics back in 1947.]

A
STINT – me being short and chubby – in the somewhat tight
KOALA costume, gives me cramps, and what is
RARER, a frightening backache, and though this is, too, my
CIVIC duty, I’d much prefer to hop around as a kangaroo.