Di’s jumbo pig slug wags and
mutters, whiffs Junie’s doobie.
Trish’s mad isthmus knows no lawn.
“Manure for spawn?” Kicks brakes
(10 fecund and smoothied buns
summarily stiffen, then relax).
Penny’s on it. “Must never
not ever not want to be alone!”
“Not ever!” go the chorus;
Dot’s after Di’s hobbled
lips. Enough to sink ships, Dot
thinks, way too far gone. “Boo!”
Junie’s knit vest, taut as it seems,
flows along with the Pacifica Breeze.
“You...,” starts Junie, all startled, but’s
stopped by Di’s big wet mouth full of
lips planted smack over that next word.
Nobody hurried for the bake sale entrance.
The pies cried out, as always, once they
went in, or at least all four of the gals didn't
have to think to know that much. But pies
can wait. The sky was bunched up into waves.
And Junie’s big brown eyes were rolling with them,
like a windswept surfer hovering dry over an epic wave.
Trish’s mad isthmus knows no lawn.
“Manure for spawn?” Kicks brakes
(10 fecund and smoothied buns
summarily stiffen, then relax).
Penny’s on it. “Must never
not ever not want to be alone!”
“Not ever!” go the chorus;
Dot’s after Di’s hobbled
lips. Enough to sink ships, Dot
thinks, way too far gone. “Boo!”
Junie’s knit vest, taut as it seems,
flows along with the Pacifica Breeze.
“You...,” starts Junie, all startled, but’s
stopped by Di’s big wet mouth full of
lips planted smack over that next word.
Nobody hurried for the bake sale entrance.
The pies cried out, as always, once they
went in, or at least all four of the gals didn't
have to think to know that much. But pies
can wait. The sky was bunched up into waves.
And Junie’s big brown eyes were rolling with them,
like a windswept surfer hovering dry over an epic wave.
