"In a bellowing grove
I blew a kiss
Amongst a bliss
That bears only fruit."
Wind chimed grace
No brute's disgraced
Only lingering glaze
A tethered haze.
By the oyster shells
Amidst the fungus
The snowy summits
The elf called it dingus.
Ginger drapes
Sour grapes
A sour lace
Of buttered glaze.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
"In a bellowing grove
I blew a kiss
Amongst a bliss
That bears only fruit."
Wind chimed grace
No brute's disgraced
Only lingering glaze
A tethered haze.
By the oyster shells
Amidst the fungus
The snowy summits
The elf called it dingus.
Ginger drapes
Sour grapes
A sour lace
Of buttered glaze.
