Finding fat fleas
dirty dog disease
Scrappy’s summertime scratch
makes me mad.
i see what i saw as the bike hit the floor,
the mirrors are no more and my side is very sore.
the battle of Mynydd Badon…
how and where did it happen?
nothing is for certain hidden behind history’s curtain.
was there a champion from the Cambrian mountains?
Pridwen on his left arm, Rhongomyniad by his right.
Caledfwlch in its scabbard, did they nurture Artur’s might?
had he really hewn 960 saxons before the fall of night?
aaaaah, The sweet scent of contentment.
this rockabilly hippy
wants feels the need to be silly
the right to reproduce is
neither yours nor mine.
we merely have the chance to try.
don’t like is different to dislike.