waxy wiggles

waxy words drip
from my pensive pen
of their source i sip
stanzas eggs pen the hen

ink is green like clover
wear a flipped up frown
my cup runneth over
oops it’s just upside down (qomu)

wealth of words
puddle in my lap
wordles curdled curds
rolled up in a wrap

i snack upon the clouds
feast upon wide webs
feelings fetched by hounds
who munch upon the dregs

grow gardeners greens
eat roots and twigs
blueprints hid by silky screens
from seeds sprout precious sprigs

from watchful moon
drippeth waxy wiggles
must end this soon
to save the giggles

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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