poetry

Will
Literature

What bespoken images art these?

In April did the Avon Bard appear, and in that self-same month did he depart whilst sun shone bright with ever-fulsome sneer and Springtime dallied chill as boggler’s art. Today, we halt anon and dream awhile to make our vulgar speeches simular, frail trump’ries though they prove to be, and smile in epilogue to his […]

Dead Twinkie
Literature

The Day the Twinkie Died

Really not that long ago I can still remember how that pastry used to make me smile And I know if I had one more In its wrapper it would store And maybe I’d have no cravings for awhile But those confectioners made me shiver With every picket sign they quivered Bad news on the

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