A cherry is the fruit of many almonds,
while ty(p)ing the string with her tongue
I don’t know what it means but I like
and the way we are both December sweet
growing Calypso-gypsy punks in sea
We are jubilee circuses in tutus and
extraordinary manners heckling snow.
You can sit
in our skyboxes but only until mid
don’t feed us after that or we become
of silly songs and air guitar strings.
From a Shawna word list, of course. 😉