Where O' Where
Does the Lion Roam
On the mossy hillsides He sings
to flowing water, arpeggio chatter,
in a shaded chamber hall of green
He sings to the sounds of acorns crashing
onto the leafy forest floor
Fallen Autumn Colors dance all around us
Pirouetting through air to rocky shore
The wooden logs bow to take their hallowed headed rest
As angled current sings slapping songs of merry ***,
sliding over verdant brown beds

Creatures Love to find a secret message
Sent from a stranger God
a ring tucked on wooden bough
a peacock feather lodged in bark


KERPLOOP

into the water
another acorn splops

She looked out the window,
On that retsif little day,
Then Mijana, the girl, saw a pindow!
It tweeting, it swanged, it went a new way.
“Oh, a Pindow!” She yelled,
Out in glee,
“Look! I found a Pindow,
just for me!”
Out of the flopity door,
She tarnited, she leapt and ran.
“Oh a Pindow!” Mijana sang,
And she saw even more!
A Pindow shopnigited, it grupped,
And it mupped,
“Kerploop! It will **** me!”
Mijana cried in loee.
Then, she drogtipped,
And slayed the beast,
For the plowteast!
Now dead!
The Pindow she saw,
Died in a trayu way,
Mijana, She was a hero!
That sums up that day!