Brian always hummingbird songs to all. He was known as a warbler who’s on call. It’s his stork and trade. He’s legal eagle. He’d crow about bald eagle as regal. He closely guarded the pelican brief. After dancing the flamingo, he had grief. His back’s sore and it’s robin him of sleep. When he woke, he had grown wings. That’s real deep....

Pockets emptied as bedraggled lad of twenty Soaked in bath. A strand of linguini al dente, Tootsie warmed over, yo-yo unstrung by some use, Syruped pennies crusted and rusted now sat loose,...

Frazzled Fran unnerved by a web of warped gossip ; Spewed on by such venom, she left pad in a snip. Bemused, she grudgingly thought that her lair was bugged. She felt she had three left feet, but that thought she shrugged. She sought Madge whose silky flatter hid sharp attack “Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back.”...

Turning around the track losing steam. Knees buckling. Tensing up. A tear stream. Lionel train I lost track of then. At a time when awkward boys turn men....

Dark clouds looming over head when stray cat cross path, Stigma for thirteen still irks John with hard rain’s wrath. Singularity of screeching send him up wall. Side glances and sighs brings euphoria to all....

“Am I quiet? Or do you just try to listen?” Said the pen to the paper as the sun’d glisten. All a jitter the pen burst forth with oozing thought Gliding across like a skater on ice so taut....

Rotting flowers can still smell sweet. Remnants of a bossom so fleet. Fadied bloom with petals drooping. Fragrance lingers with time swooping. A gift remembered to symbol love so deep of cupid notes nimble....

I’m not just flapping my wing, But quibbling with bros is thing. That peace things is a bum rap. Stop waving olive branch, chap. Peace is for the birds, you nerd. The whole idea is too absurd....

On windy days when hearts a flutter Or while walking vehicle sputter, Look around and grin for someone’s there. When alone in world be of good cheer. When snowflakes brush against rosy cheek Or when in no man’s land and way bleak, Someone’s got your back watching each step. Angels watch from mountains to lower depth....

Oaken door rattled and gave way to eager young lad Eager to gulp down hot porridge for he was glad To glide the friendly skies but still a tad anxious. Hands calloused but his boyish thoughts were still wondrous. Hairs on his neck tingled at thought of an exam With Prof Biggles, a bespectacled gent harsh as gram. Zelda stretched out next to hut with smoke still fuming. As welp Arthur in grey cloa...