…
Severed heads and tallow
candles make strange
bedfellows, yes? I guess
a lengthy discourse is
(no doubt)
in order, in order to
keep the flickering
at bay. May
we suggest a gentle
(moon-like style)
baying
at something other,
some unf(l)ailing of
of quill, and couch.
Ouch.
Perhaps these monstrous
mangelwurzels and their grotesque
(or comical)
faces might be better dom
-esticated
by human beans. This means
our grim
(but pleasant)
adventures just might
be coming to an
end. My friend, we are but
two inches from
Camp Sunshine.
She, in response:
that’s fin(e).
…
A conversation with a witch, I presume! “human beans” made me giggle!
I just love this word: “mangelwurzels.”
S tick ate it 😉
“our g/rim
(but(t) pleasant)” … Ha ha ha. Seriously cracking up over this.
“ad(d)ventures just might
be coming to an
end” … Oh my. 😉
Man, I love this ending:
” we are but
two inches from
Camp Sunshine.
She, in response:
that’s fin(e).”
You really can’t waste energy getting worked up over what other people are doing. If you don’t like it, walk away when you need to. That’s how I roll, anyway.