
caltrop Datura fret internecine creolize peccary mauve
The Internecine War
With my caltrop and peccary in hand,
I walked tall in the desert land …
Don’t fret for me my lady-love –
For I’m protected by the grey dove!
Creolize the soup if you must …
For it will build up our lust,
But put the mauve Datura dear,
Far from the wizard’s red beer.
I soon let my caltrop fly
hitting the cyclops’ blue eye …
the howls of the foes rose in pitch,
as he tumbled limply, into the ditch …
Creolize the soup if you must …
For it will build up our lust,
But put the mauve Datura dear,
Far from the wizard’s red beer.
With my peccary a whirlin’ wild
I cleaved, as the sun grew mild,
Dragons and monsters so brave
And a cowardly wizardly knave.
Creolize the soup if you must …
For it will build up our lust,
But put the mauve Datura dear,
Far from the wizard’s red beer.
Awakened at dawn by the cock
I saw it was yet four o’clock …
But my dream had withered away
Leaving me with another dull day.
Creolize the soup if you must …
For it will build up our lust,
But put the mauve Datura dear,
Far from the wizard’s red beer.
(C) G.s.k. ’14
I found this blog (1qw Wordle) through a poem written by Bjorn Rudberg and thought I’d give it a whirl … these words were very difficult!! I also added a link to “Imaginary Garden With Real Toads” (With Real Toads) for short… which I also found through Bjorn … it looks like a very friendly fun place to visit!
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