Resolution

I already mentioned the Creative Writing class that I'm in in a previous blog, and still have a whole lot more to say on the matter. For now, I'm just going to post some of the stuff that I'm working on. I had a lot of fun with this one.

I’ll Lick His Sin Good

(Accompanied to the sound of schoolboys hopping)

How silver,

Well at least I’m acclimating.

Always the glout,

Scared of skirted images.

In Oscar’s mirror:

“Oh! Look at the way we’re out!”

Now give us a—no right to sigh—

Oh maid!

Ouster the Prague,

In carts of sprinkle

Look here, you Prague

At the other sequel

In Oscar’s mirror:

“Oh look at a way we’re out!”

Now give us a—how far is a—

a dance.

All penguins; the slow, slow stead

While I disa—

I’ll gnaw you one

All night.

Lambaste the winner,

Cry “Used ant dinner!”

You kinky towel-ly.

Or rent a Howly

Or eat clam outin’

Or follow me cloutin’.

The army victims,

The army kisses.

I’ll rip my banter,

I’ll toast to Anter.

He’s sitting like him.

He’s sitting like him!

I mean it’s simple:

I’ll lick his sin good.

I’ll start De Vala,

With lip and trala,

I’ll turn his smile off

But leave his scar on.

See Emmy Ralla,

He pushed him farther;

He bested him.

Cry, you, for some dinner

For I used to know him;

He followed me gloating.

Buy a kinky towel-ly,

Or rent a Howly.

The army victims,

The army kisses.

I’ll rip my banter,

I’ll toast to Anter.

He’s sitting like him.

He’s sitting like him!

I mean, my Simple:

I’ll lick his sin good.