Tumbleweeds

The Lobster Mobster’s Cooked Coral   As the danish pastry said to the donut’s visage, Fåfængt is your desideratum: Your pencil-thin commonty is an indignation of supermax slobberhannes trumpery. The coral centre will not hold; you don’t share any dough that we can in a measure verify. #inktober prompt: coral

LOLLING with One STEM Vagrant kleptomaniacs with mythomania, like slippery tuna plundered their indigenous plethora. Endonymic Gia’s girlish voice would have held them in good stead. (That’s what the xenoarchaeologist said.) #inktober : slippery

Rondomtalie #inktober prompt: hope

Poetry Porridge The Covid leitmotif still masquerades, discommoded by the masked parades. It’s picking brains inside and out…

Pies in the Skies (Tong in die Kies) In all seriousness, you won’t learn the ropes sailing basal space junk hopes like some 

GLOZE DOZE OF THE THORN HORN In the rose garden, the unicorns sleep rough tonight, with fever sweats of appreciable blight, as high in the sky, 

Knot My Fault The ball of yarn, like some astrotourist, with spry wanderlust needles it walks, but its thread has anergy. A Covid leitmotif runs through it, enhanced by lighthearted talks and rose garden promises. In a pig’s ear! Deleatur this saprostomous year. Today's #inktober prompt: bulky.

Ignis Fatuus Mumblegore A pachyderm pumpkin scamandered through the chaparral, the bumpkin brusquely, with élan brought short by a 

Into The Nerdquarium! JULIET BALCONING Abnegation dampens ruderal ramblings, but the susurration of the wod sprinkler spiralizes sinuous ribbons; its enstrophy translates to poesy, freeing the Derwenter bayan brain from idiot box ageism. In this moonshot moment, where is Romeo?

Hofstadter’s Orc Fork As second-hand translator I’d say, let’s try not to shoot ourselves in the foot today in some obscene Jedburgh justice way. The WOD gauntlet presents somewhat sphexish: as one ages one can only wish to avoid the arrow of time’s foot fetish! Arrr, let’s not argy-bargy me’arties, lactarians don’t find fisticuffs a relish.

Ten Years of Time’s Tomial Teeth I do avow to abstain from the presumptuous aporia of an anti-ageing ice maiden pay per wasp Pactolian højredrejning euphoria. Modern languages’ ratatouille might help flâneur boreout through the berestology and antennation of the shrew.

Bananas Ephialtes GATUMIA REPUBLIC TITANOLATRY This is the way the nightmare goes, not with Cure Salée propylon but 

A Titanic Spin Dr. Spin Goodness gracious me. Golly, whillikers gee! We see potlatch pirates of the sea with nary 

Oy: A Hungry Wodworker’s Schadenfreundian Slip History pros can tell at least that brownshirts are as good as gone, and question mark…

PEANUTS FOR MONKEYS Looking askance, one finds, paid a piece of eight to play nice, church mice in sangoma trouser roles…

Mishigas RUBBY DUBBY, BAIT BALLS I beseech you, dear shirtsleeve chum, on this cool mabon morning, as early 

Hehe: High Note Reach for the Liquid Helium Rumble Yes, Virginia, there’s a nugget of truth in each poem in this