Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Tag: nonsense

Lawn Darts

Ye mutter mushroom
bander swabs, sleek
sales ye’ll lob at nods
with odds on every
shoe with metal bent
in quadraset, you prance
so delicate,
forced celibate,
pretend.
To what end?

Combination

She’s Miss Aligned,
fur seams tressed,
her claims stress
four trays fresh
hors d’oeuvres
in foyer forays.

The clock on the
counter so wise
with her vices:
the cramped,
quilting prizes
and gearshift
devices.

When she gets
high it’s safe-
cracking
pole vaults
in clock counter
assaults right
down to the mats.

We’re wise to the spindle
a swindle in swing.
Loft soft wares
at discounts so
tragicly lame.
The Mort is in tendon
a carpal’s sharp sting.
Dissent descent decent
obscene.

BOGO

Retail for sale:
incites
crowds in a
cross vice.
Abrupt
they collide
like cakes
into siding for
Posh Pepper
pricing declines.
Sad Somersault
she flips
latches sidewise
to wit:
“retractions
(two – limit),
good night.”