There once was a someone from somewhere
Who stuck his malodorous thumb where
     The sun doesn't upshine,
     Then gave the thumbs up sign
To someone from some other somewhere.

My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming skims a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.

                                              




                      



    
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$ummer Apple tree$:
iPhone$ ripen in the $un—
Fir$tfruit$ of knowledge.

to be or not to be,
that is the question un
doing democracy
burdened by what has been

the magic 8 ball knows
the answer,so do i
the magic answer is
better not tell you now

How doth the little chupacabra
     Improve his lizard scales.
Abracadabra and candelabra,
     He showers when it hails.

His favorite thing to do is eat:
     His favorite food is goat.
Salut, salut et bon appètit,
     His favorite part's the throat.

Females, the locus of his focus,
     Attract him and repel him.
Harum scarum and hocus pocus,
     They spurn him when they smell him.

𝓐𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓷'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮,
𝓝𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶.
𝓘 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓟.𝓢.  𝓘 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭.