A Quincunx of Two-Bit Punks

Fourword Holey-Brailles Folly-Gales. GULP! Little Dicks, Little Dicks, let them in! Yes, by the glare on their chinny chin chins! So they huffed and they puffed and they blew the “royal” house all the way down (to the rotten root). Pitter patter logorrheic esophageal...

Overripe Downpipe

Exactitude, But who’s in the mood? Exemplary, Societal cascade says nary. Specificity, Mired trundling so shittily. Obfuscation, Generational life-formed intubation. Mainline, Hatched detached asinine. Surmount, Overarching ostrich count. Painstaking, Over coals for...

Aweigh Out of Ireland

There was a gal from Vancouver Who deftly could orally maneuver None better in fact To perpetrate the act  In litigation nobody could disprove her Enter the Burnaby femme Adept at handling stem Numerous awaiting amassed Through substrate they passed Deep rooted...

Too Doo-Doo a Two-Two Catch Globalist Voodoo

Fourword Then there were too. Too Too Few Too many “men” who are not but grown boys. Too much “royalty” awaiting to be Romanov’ed.  Too little elaboration on antiquated political cancerous encompassment. Too overabundance of dark-web creeps deserving comeuppance. Too...