The Seagull’s 244th Seguidilla
The sun’s a one-trick pony.
It says, “No hablo
Español,” when nights ask why
They’re perishable.
That ludic goody
Two-shoes can’t do wrong. It sniffs
My pudic body.
The Seagull’s 246th Seguidilla
I’ve more faith than Abraham
And Job combined. Baal
From every kitchen window
Can look, but no gull
Will offer its heart
As a colony. Pulli
Make the moonlight snort.
The Seagull’s 247th Seguidilla
With a diachronic price
On my head, marlins
Have sought to capture me by
Recruiting gorlins
To their side. Vellus
Hair on a runcible spoon
Is not what yellows.
A Duplex Only Turns 76 Twice
My swallow-tailed initiative says, “It’s been
A year. Let’s call it a day.” For repugnant
Dreams to work, a pregnant eye’s a sober ear’s
Plus-one at a castrametation display
Put on by possums for Fidel Castro.
Happiness takes the initiative. Plainness
Again complains about world-class hypnosis.
Next thing you know, a beautiful faith explodes!
If there’s a man who’s not feeling pretty full
After that, I’d like to shake his choices, for
We base our reasons on them more often than
Vice versa. What’s a chameleon doing at
The North Pole? “Define ‘doing’!” ‘Doing’ is
My initiative swallowing its tail.
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