"Helmet, Twittering
Helmet ~ !"
~ Diane Ackerman
"Alas,
Too late."
~ Folly
~ * ~
"Mr.
C9? Is it that time?"
~ Twittering
"Yes, my dear,
Indeed. Please proceed ..."
~ Mr. C9.
*
"Mr.
C(lavious) F(rederick) Earbrass is, of course,
the well-known novelist. Of his books, 'A Moral Dustbin,'
'More Chains Than Clank,' 'Was It Likely?,' and the
Hipdeep trilogy are, perhaps, the most admired.
Mr Earbrass is seen on the croquet lawn of his home,
Hobbies Odd, near Collapsed Pudding in Mortshire.
He is studying a game left unfinished at the end of
summer."
~ Edward Gorey,
>From "The Unstrung Harp; Or, Mr
Earbrass Writes a Novel."
"Beware The Barnacle ~
That beslubbering of manzo-witted of the base-short of the
apple-apple-john
of the baggage bawdy artless of the block-fowling the scarabeo-direct
blister
bootless churlish bubbles - brained the boar-pig cockered the hit
clay-brained
bugbear valve-clawed bum-bum-bailey craven common-kissing the
truffatore-pated of currish of the canker-flower the clotpole dismal-to
dream
of dankish of the clack-plate that dissembling the coxcomb
dizzy-eyed-eyed
that droning doghearted codpiece ~ !"
~ Arrowroot
"Abdominable voorheaves Lunch
After dinner mints ~
Be the mother bird Making pizza
Beer belch Meet my friends Ralph and Earl
Blow acid Negative chug,
Blow beets Paint the town green ~ !"
~ Twittering
"Folly !BEWARE!"
~ Raving
"O, deer ~
A gaggle of geese became aggressive and moved toward him, hissing and
beating
Their wings, trying to stop him, such a vicious deadly assault
On nice byrds."
~ Folly
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