Ғ⋂Ͻkᴉɳ⅁ fly flying,
Soon to be dying,
Quick as I find my
Fly  Flap . Slap !

But this fly is golden,
No ordinary fly ;
One dusted with magic
From times called Olden,
And I am too foolish
To let her pass by .

Following bumbling chase,
Mishits out of place,
In the jerks of dervish dance,
Guided by blind chance,
In the fall of red swatter—
I got her .
The Lord of the Flies daughter .

BOOM ! Sonic lo shakes the
Room, the windows quake .
Rising from Bub, a buzz :
Hell’s decibel twas .
From waves one cannot dodge
Didst my soul dislodge,
To etern by the lake
Above flaming tongues .

Nail down energy to get to the matter .
A wave collapsed to the gap,
The point : an energetic nap .

*[ WSB ]_.

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Fortress of tortoise pacing the corpus,
Not swinging gibbon racing to ribbon .

*[ WSB ]_.

With walk a-stalking
And countenance balking,

Methinks of the links
Extant of the lynx—
Canada, Iberian
Bobcat, Eurasian .

Bearded chins
And kittycat grins .

Lynx from the brinks
Of frozen drinks ;
Back in the pink .

Screamin’ bohemians
With tufted ears,
And snowshoe paws
With claws that shear,
The tails withdrawn .

*[ WSB ]_.