"quietyelps" poems
Minute Michael upright sat, morningwise, donning the dayspring shine. A squint-eyed Michael flip fumbled floorside, unmeaningly frolicking through a sunstained daze.
With armsthrough and torsocovered, a once morningshamed Michael, now shamecovered, left-footedly saunters kithenbound.
Downfaced, Michael straightback bends, greeted legpurringly by Mr. Muffin, a furlined feline.
Gentlefingered, fur runs digitthrough as the furlined feline gentlemews.
Forced faceward, Mr.Muffin tailwaggedly tethers Minute Michael, led by stomachsnarls. Michael, now kitchenside, lefthandly prepares morning rations, as gentlemews quickpaced form to snivelshrieks.
The hardpatienced furlined feline toothsharpedly and clawretractedly nibblebites Michael, indicating stomachsnarls his own.
Airfaced ceilingside, Michael quietyelps, handgropped ankleward.
Clearpointedly Mr. Muffin eyelocks Minute Michael.
Rationpreparedly, Michael bowlfills Mr. Muffin with furlined food.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 6:36 PM UTC