Wood's wind ...

[Twittering One]

"Be that your bow
Or your wand for your electric eclectic
Woodwind

(/)

Or moreover, perhaps your dead
On foregone baton

(\)

A heron in a hurry waves around,
O Maestro

Of The Neuron Gap, of The Impossible Mission,
Who ignites photons, snaps unopposed photos,
Who unflinchingly adores cranberry scones,
Who sallies forth,

Back and forth around a doggone
Reflecting pool avec a Festively ~ Colored Toucan
And a very fine swan,

Who sports elegant transparent chiffon,
Whereupon

Afterworlds,
In The Museum, or Fogg Reading Room,

We peer
And adore artfully executed crayon
Paintings from gay Purée ~ ?"
~ Trefethen

"... or blow
Upon an oboe."
~ Dr. AE

"... or string the Unstrung
Harp of Edward
Avec Oberon ~ ?"
~ Margaux

"Or sing an enchanting romantic song
Of sixpence

Until a chaconne of Telemann or Albinoni
Sings sumptuously
Of itself ..."
~ La Crema

"My ballet
Slippers, O where, O where, O
Over there ~ !"
~ Elf,
A Chinese ~ Crested Precarious Canine

"First Chair, whereupon your score
Awaits, so alas,
Practice, practice, practice

Fancy free footwork,
Your fretwork, savor your

Rapport, restore, roar, savior, saviour, score, seashore, senor, shore,
signor, snore,
& soar

Far from the floor ~ !

Therefore, create
A threescore riotous unraveling strident uproar

Wherefore your
Amour

Or your Centaur boldly sallies forth
Henceforth,

Both cocksure & foresworn
To adore you

& your silly edible quotes
& hopes

Evermore."
~ Don Von

 

[Twittering One]

"Tradition ~ !"
~ Twittering

"Moazelh tof ~ !"
~ Folly

"A sparrow
On your roof ~ !"
~ Twittering

~ * ~

"Let's Roll
& Howl ~ !"
~ Kibbles

"But thou at home without or tyde or gale,
Canst in thy map securely saile ..."
~ Robert Herrick

"If sassy ***** woofs a wooly tail,
On Too wheels, catastrophic canine,
Rolls up roaring, grins a toothy winning smile,

Howls,
Hey,
Let's roll ~ !

If by surly gale, securely, sail blown home,
Whether on thy map, or napping in thy lap,
By heart's best weather, dog love surely known.

Never, ever alone, if by love, byrds
Of a feather howl together, or herd

Of hounds, catastrophic canines, on Too wheels
High rolling, gallivanting, peel

Wheelies, alarm frightful frantic felines ~ !"
~ Liebe

~ * ~

"L' Elisir Broadcast ~ Music from vaults,
My afterthoughts, I proffer my review. The Belcore,
Who sing not on pitch, nor knew the score,

But once, but twice, during the broadcast
Hollered out a rather rowdy shout ~

'Let's Roll
& Howl ~ !'

And the Giannetta, who sounds chimes
80 years old and unfortunately
Lou C. Fur's howl, O, we overheard above

The chorus. I simply cannot bear the sound
Of Juntwait's voice ~ Rather like coffin nails
On a blackboard, even if White Chalk

Countered my view. But not once, but twice,
During the broadcast, Margaret
Hollered out a rather rowdy shout ~

'Let's Roll
& Howl,

O Let's Rock & Roll,

Let's twist
& Shout ~ !'

And her frequent smugness
Is simply ghastly, if rather lusty."
~ Richard

"Know, O
How so ~ ?"
~ Black Chalk