...worked for me!
A vertical nose
Averts tickles, no
Sense will come of this
A finger penciling wrists
On the palettes
Of the pal it's
A loon, a tick
A lunatic
Madly yanking purple
Cackling more per pull
Goading all the silvers
With windowless sill verse
Gleaming orange gels
Shaping men or angels
One can never tell
Easels ease I'll
Seal them eyes
Delirium
Oh, um, am I
Hooked on fawns?
Ick!
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