Neologisims at NaPoWriMo

in april

 

wh(en) fools

splash inkddles on

every page and bark

like paint flung farby pollock’s brush

(if he but flung in onlygreen)

I wish ee could

go roundabout today

to see

us celebrate a month of fiddle-dee

with wrds sublime

and

                those

                                that

                                                rhyme

ooze bitter slime

or spark like redhot pokers

holding ‘gainst the dark

nohold barred

no voice

unheard from any

clime

i think he’d shine

with trinkling eyes, grinning

eartoear

delighting

in his many

peers

 

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