SHONE on my wrist-watch, the sun.
WRIST tastes of chili, that’s weird.
CHILI con canoe – er, carne – how dumb!
CANOE reflects water; sun shone, I steered.

ludic verbosity for the win
SHONE on my wrist-watch, the sun.
WRIST tastes of chili, that’s weird.
CHILI con canoe – er, carne – how dumb!
CANOE reflects water; sun shone, I steered.

PRANK stank; he drew a blank.
PRICE was thrice what should suffice!
HONEY Bunny gambled his money.
POUTY, shouty- it’s getting rowdy!
HONEY, come over here and check out the
PRICE of this bunch of radishes. This must be a
PRANK – almost a dollar per individual Brassicaceae?*
POUTY-faced is how I’ll be when I reach the checkout!
Brassicaceae can be pronounced Bras-si-kay-cee – and is in this piece.
HONEY comb combed through,
POUTY bear got there late,
PRICE of late hibernation.
PRANK on those greedy others dimly glimmers at the edge of ursine mind.
HONEY, you’d better not
POUT, You’d better not cry;
PRANK your brother one more time, the
PRICE you’ll pay is high
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ERASE grievance, ponder action, venture out in hope,
BORNE must be outrageous fortune, dismissed the if-only sham,
SLINGs and arrows weathered, assert your agency’s small dram.
BROODing: what will it gain or change? Act within your scope!
OFFERtory intones, one measure in the long composition,
HORDE–throng–communion of saints sing, in ever deepening harmony.
STEIN raised at end of day, even larger company joined in a rite, toasting day’s end.
SHEAR forces will fate their intersection. Yet, may the bonds hold in this time of grace.
WINCH pulls the remains of a night of
HAVOC out of the retaining pond, after we
AMUSE ourselves by doing donuts in the snowy Home
DEPOT parking lot to welcome the weekend.
WINCH, plaything for boisterous cowboys in the warehouse.
HAVOC unfolds: add pallet, cables, voila! ad hoc flying contraption.
AMUSEment ends when Tom falls 15 feet to floor, lies motionless.
DEPOT falls silent. Pangs of sick longing to reel back time. Then his eyes open, he stands up.
If I was able to
EXCEL at knowing all things
AVIAN, I’d beat my
THICK little smart aleck
NINTH cousin in the IQ stakes.