A ghostly fine lookermiz
with softical smile
swings legnously swell
in rare gurlyghost style
such a scorchiful bodiface
as might burnlybad be
enstokes sultrification
that erosinates me
my steamliful brightenblinks
are maxfirenly dazened
by the beautifalicity
she orbinously blazened
I shoun’t slobbernly droolenate
over her poutifuss chubens
nor tenderliciously ogglenate
her mygodly bububbins
it’s lewdaciously nixicated
to starezing lovlustingly
so as gurlyghost swingulated
I mindated my biznessity
but in dreamyton’s realmenhood
as my memoraticus rememberated
I rezoomefied sweet gurlyghost
as my bloodpumpinator enthrobinated
when morninsun returnified
I wokenated all infatucated
and immediously pledgified
gurlyghost’d be reanimated
enthrobinating bloodpumpinator
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rob kistner © 2022
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Jabberwock’n Luv (phonetically)
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A ghost-lee fine look-er-miz
with a sof-ti-cal smile
swings leg-nous-lee swell
in rare girl-lee-ghost style
such a score-chi-ful bo-di-face
as might burn-lee-bad be
en-stokes sul-tri-fi-cay-tion
that e-row-za-nates me
my steam-lee-ful brigh-ten-blinks
are max-fi-ren-ly day-zened
by the beau-ti-fa-li-ci-tee
she or-bi-nous-lee blay-zened
I shoun’t slah-bern-lee droo-le-nate
over her pow-ti-fuss chu-bens
nor ten-der-li-cious-lee og-gla-nate
her my-god-lee bu-bub-bins
it’s lew-day-cious-lee nix-i-cated
to stare-zing luv-lus-ting-lee
so as girl-lee-ghost swing-you-lated
I mine-da-filed my biz-nes-si-tee
but in drea-me-ton’s rel-men-hood
as my mem-or-a-ti-cus re-mem-ber-ated
I ree-zoo-ma-fied sweet gur-lee-good
as my blood-pum-pi-nay-tor en-thraw-bi-nay-ted
when more-nin-sun ree-tur-ni-fied
I wo-ke-nay-ted all in-fa-chew-cay-ted
and im-me-dee-ous-lee pled-ji-fide
girl-lee-ghost-’d be re-a-ni-may-ted
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
Rob, I like how you edited the swing photo, gives it an otherworldly look, which is perfect for your Carollsian adventure. Sounds like he realizes she’s a succubus at the end? Maybe not, but…
I think he is just hopelessly enamored Lisa, and trying to keep his reactions PC… 🙂
Bravo!!!
Happy Sunday
Much????love
Bravo indeed!
This reminds of a short story I read in school, mostly vanished from the mind now. A conjuration of a mood, for sure.
One has to expand the imagination to get through this bit of strategic gibberish. Do that, and this plain little poem will actually make sense.
Love that you used the word beautifalicity! The photo play is cool too. Have a great week Rob!
Like that one, do you Carrie? 🙂 Give you a dolla’ if you can say it 3 times fast… 😉
Wow! This must have been fun to create. I hope so, because it was so much fun to read!
It was a blast to create Sara, thank you.I have a couple verses I wish to refine a bit further, but in general, I am pleased.