Cracks in the pen announce an imminent squall
and a landlord awakens in the nick
of time and will stir a brownish pony
and the dwarf in the loft who snores enough
– meaning the landlord shall bring from slumber
both parties with a tandem maneuver,
musing with a cynical swab, “those peasants

who reside in a yonder not exactly
distant but in a near perpendicular
quadrant dare not publicize this pen’s ruckus
authored a sentiment terribly sour
for when my precious creatures cry for water
dreamland shall materialize for no house
or whoever or whatever has come

to a subjective juncture so such house acts
convincing enough in the role of quarters
…. well we see a few tangents beat us all
this dawn. Oh when will scientists discover
a solution able to disarm tangents?”
Two of the tangents happened to overhear.
Said nothing but did wink, clinking martinis


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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