A.P. Spellman: thy eerie foliage

t
he fallow id
hurt the fez-hat
he, the wrier, pits jog: "no gyros!"
edify, you who crawl freely to Perth

the mute whore irruptly judged the fugue
the doily, the edgy joys of Leo
a cadge: "chug milk, Jew jr.!"
(toil, fudge, geese)
the cloyed oaf and his wattage
lox-like be the userette's voodoo toe

wisterias quack through a gooey hose:
the apathy of euphony

the thug adduces his acreage
(errata: wry flus outgo)

the ovine hoof is nowhere
assay the ovoid—no, toggle the red ooze
ahead the hoe knives a haiku of vainness
a hefty fritter—ha!

rehear the funny ivy in the great thereof
eased, the wafter uses hugs off of gnus
to horrify and haze the shaggy gyp
Al's kegs and his gaseous asps gave doom to liege
due to equality, no—

sewage, dodge the ape!




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