He covertly rubs his hands,
wiping an "A" from his mouth
sprinkles his ankles
with ashes of "summer's days".
He licks his blue lips,
parting to speak:
Not empty but "full", he howls
and, rolling the empty bowles-
with loads "of sound"-
to the edge of the table:
"And fury" he cries- shrill and brief
- Crash!
the little green ****** the *******
that word-loving thief!
He slides down the wooden leg,
silently now, scurrying back.
Head low, mouth sealed,
yielding
the field
to the writers.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
He covertly rubs his hands,
wiping an "A" from his mouth
sprinkles his ankles
with ashes of "summer's days".
He licks his blue lips,
parting to speak:
Not empty but "full", he howls
and, rolling the empty bowles-
with loads "of sound"-
to the edge of the table:
"And fury" he cries- shrill and brief
- Crash!
the little green ****** the *******
that word-loving thief!
He slides down the wooden leg,
silently now, scurrying back.
Head low, mouth sealed,
yielding
the field
to the writers.
does that make you think of a Leprechaun?
