Alchemisland

Songs pregnant with harmful advice

Preached the old mailboxed puppy methods of courting a wife.

While using nailscissors to cut her name into that day’s forthieth

Iris, I decided not to subscribe anymore to such wiles. Resorting

Instead to that which so-testing time tested and found well measured

So my results will attest;

Her fishnetted legs served perfectly for low-tide dredging.

Boots heavy with sedge and banshee combs, we combed the section

Where allegedly a section survived

Of something special, resident since antient time.

I wind the watch which times the day, my watch it came

Without a single event worthy of a diary update

I find the day unwinds best with a testing wine after resting

I do not know what could have possessed me to try

Alas, so am I this high-walled pit’s sole denizen for life.

My tennising moods her tensing rules failed to improve.

Her snail movement deliberate as a slight

Like some lofty verse from Tennyson.

Strong legged this person, and potentially menacing

Capable as a farmer.

I take a mind-sating measure of my medicine

Purely for pleasure.

Meadowsent, my doormouse thoughts tormented her hems

Anything that meant her attention I would attend.

Meadowscented she came, like some agrarian crow scarer

Hair flossed with hay.

I liked her best leaning westward, facing our favourite barn

Dusting her breast with her wristback, a heart darned.