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Gethsemane
Whether
to gallop or gallump,
to honk or hork,
to huggle without haggling,
this clearly is my trilemma.
I mean
how does a wordsmith lipskip
into a garden of nonsense
without accidently trompsing
the tremble def terrariums,
or blurping a disgusting viscus
of scrittled ingst all over
the innocent hipatitus blossoms?
Well, in a rare moment
of linguistic slickery,
I just launched several
ebriated word missiles
and made my exit
maze-right.
Glenn Buttkus
September 2012
Posted over on flipside records
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This is awesome! You are cracking me up, Glenn. :) Oh how I love those broccoli trees!
ReplyDeleteI've never pictured the garden of Gethsemane quite like this.
These are my favorite parts:
"how does a wordsmith lipskip
into a garden of nonsense"
"linguistic slickery"
"made my exit maze-right"
So much fun. :) Thanks again for writing.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL! And yet, profound. Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. This line is just the best:
"or blurping a disgusting viscus
of scrittled ingst all over
the innocent hipatitus blossoms?"
It makes absolute, perfect sense. In SeussLand. Or Tim BurtonVille. ;)
Great stuff, Sir. Thank you for the BIG smile.
What a wordsmith are you! A fun piece...:) And was that a baked potato behind the broccoli trees?
ReplyDeleteCreative and fun to read--smiled the whole ride.
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