why all the banality with rhyme
for a mere cushion fight?
me too! me too! i too a teenage
                          prima donna
                              having a stab at it!
leopard skin prints on pyjamas...
        yuck... wait for boxing day...
shop till you drop bah bah baby...
              and that toddler of yours
will be ready as a Madame Tussauds
mannequin replica - the sound
ginger without grammatical rubric
said via gritted teeth - gee 'n' gherkin!
and no, it's not a Nabokov fancy...
had one though with a gay Canadian
drinking wine, eating cheese and baguette
at sunset by the Eiffel toodle-loo...
                                                   ­       nice... tulips
                                                    on your grave;
                              a very Dutch funeral -
                 halfway submerged given the Himalayas.