Bitter buttons and crooked corners.
Scrapbooks slathered in regret and remorse.
Spider cracks along the laugh lines and cockroach coughs.
Lemon drops. Apple pops. Grape gravy. Plum aspic.
Pruning my plum and lowering his raisin.
Sun kissed and moon slapped; whipping up a froth of metallic whiskers.
A band plays corncob harmonicas with odes to muskrats and kittens.
A crown of thorns and a throne of beige snow.
Long johns pulled down market by a Macaw named Fresca.
Fuzzy peaches envying sleek melons thumped with pride.
Foul language and fowl words aped by a choir of parrots.