She slowly slips out of dark's star-jeweled robe to don, and then undress, the orange rind bikini— a blush as shameless as Venus dimming— and arrays—again, as slow as longing— the vast blue skirt of the sun. What is the pun in this riddle?
Arrant noise, gnaty lancer, gory glut, dodgy dancer, swatted not. Another from the archives.
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What if a species was going extinct practically gone almost KA-BLOOEY and what if TV and the Times stopped midmeaning and maybe nobody anymore said three armed men or six armed men or nine armed men or anything about any amount of arms and what if TV and Time couldn’t figure the only possible something … Continue reading Endangered
This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature
Old man’s eyes scan blue beyond cottonwood grove where child saw orange bird.
Thunder quiet now-- Why does he hear, from willow thicket, a magpie's complaint. Daily Post Core
Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.
Black cows graze new grass— cranes dance among the calves— Still :: raven rides the sky.
Fresh clipped grass, my realm, my unblemished suburban turf— O! that damned dandelion!