hostile terrain, continued

but see, turning back is out
– the scout reports and a recon team
will verify that brambles

whose intentions are naught but bad
have all but devoured and plan
to continue to attack

and to devour every ounce
of pavement you tough-cookie troops
have traipsed – ah the world where there are

buffets of bouquets of bubbly busty
babes – sorry to say but bubbly busty babes
never were nurtured in these mountains

– which alone leaves nothing to do
but forge forward – yes a seaside
respite raises a widespread sigh

– why of course that’s where the sun
is – all suns adore bubbly
busty sunbathing seaside babes

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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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