Toots and Twaddle 2

Craiyon
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
Craiyon
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring

The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Craiyon
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Craiyon
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
Craiyon
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come

Toots and Twaddle 1

Craiyon
a gentle rooster
bursting sounds like an unsure
cock-a-doodle-doo

Quince will make you wince
No matter how fine you mince
Better off to smash

🎼I like to ride my
icicle 🎵 I like to ride
my ice. 🎶 😣Oof!!! Chilly🥶

In my cellular drive for entropy
Whether I like it or not
All things eventually rot
Consume
Eliminate
Reproduce
Maybe win a trophy
With a human face
For stacking things
On top of other things
Just trying to leave a trace

Poe smoking Raven?
Said the white rabbit de jour
Still nevermore sure


Sad Slack

Craiyon
try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way

now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations