My Poems
“Percila McQuillan’s Glorious adventures through the Gumble Drop Fields”
Percila McQuillan Jumbles and Joyals her way through the tenacious defenses of the turbulent Gumble Drop Fields. The Fumbles and the Foials gefrunder the auspicious lilies, while the Daffodils run rampant on the eastern shore.
Percial McQuillan is Spirited away by the trops and the toadskinks, for they know the ancient legends of the Gumble Drop Fields.
“The Daemons of Bridals Deep”
The Daemons of Bridals Deep Gecrunch and Gescheckt the youth of the Forest Lily Guild, while their elders stalk the tree ferns in the Gumble Drop Fields. Each Spring the Daemons of Bridals Deep are beseeched in the hopes that they will cease there cruel and maniacal actions. Yet each Spring the Forest Lilly Guilds emissary besmirches his pants before ever reaching the dark and dreadful lair of The Daemons of Bridals Deep.
“Percila McQuillan and the Clock Works Peoples”
The Worlolocks will pick at clocks
to find the men inside.
The clocks turn 10, but then again
Percila McQuillan in June.
part 2
The Worlolocks will pick at clocks
to find the men inside.
The clocks strike 10, but then again
one cannot help but hide.
The Worlolocks devour Shmocks
to release their inner pride.
There pride is deep and will not creep
for anyone aside.
