oh be ye sore afraid

oh community minions
this is the moment to summon
every fellow who is
a prudently if not properly
sheltered sibling for a hasty huddle
near the fountain in the square

as what is a rumor is no rumor
meaning bands intending to spread
concepts of alien pleasures
throughout virginal loins and minds most chaste
are not la la land’s misty mint sprigs
but demonstrably bony and swinging stones

and are a mere few moonrise encore nights
from ramming their hedonism
batteries so to crumble the weaker
spans of the citadel’s moral walls
thus leaving no other recourse
but the tunnels else lusts enslave us all

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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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