Phenomenal squeaks & squeezies.
Blistering beeps & beezies.
Along the top,
Where furries stop,
For lost & lethal wheezies.
“Behold, my long-lost lover,
whose sweet aroma hovers,
down the street
where shadows meet,
merging with the others.”
Bitterly bits & batches;
Pitterly pits & patches.
Dispense the wey
In dung & hay,
Shutting down the hatches.
“Behold my long-lost lover,
whose sweet aroma hovers,
beyond the bern,
where school-kids learn,
in classes with their Mothers.”
