Chicken Pepper

Where the Wild things Are the defining of the Night in the black Pitch throttle,

a bottle for the eye-drops had the Oddity of focus read instantaneous it was greed,

gorge the Vocals voracious dig on the swallow of the Words in flying to the Marrow,

in the vein of blood in curl a brisk asked the Moon of seed don't the flowers muster,

one flour Chalk for the outline rock two spoke the Palace on the Nave,

in the Third a finger found it A day a thread color spun to the spin Folk a Way.

All through the Land on the Whirl of a Band aye was on the Birdie yet the World herd it said,

there in the mid of blues on the Flu sickness ran like Syrup stands in the liquid of Ark Lands,

thick was the lips in mashing on the lust,

smearing in the icing send very nearly Thrush.

Force would have held the Cock at the Roosters rush,

the opposite to speaking cuff was the pouring nails rust,

irons on the sipping tree dick was in the pen,

round to Round the glutton sound a sloth in desperate Tea.

Come said the radio Head for from the form of last,

I'll cycle you with good and Hath for on the squires tongue,

slick becomes the glide of stung to smite the pest with smooth,

compliment the 80's with the devil in the groove,

amongst the sordid on the Net a fisher came to scene,

the Show was awfully salad set a mixed with beets and beans.

Heavy are the After less in this credit toe,

the digit`teen from number deem addition made it Crow,

silence came with empty brain the gun the shot the name,

again the down grew Up with slim for colts are in the trend.

Borrow on the Pony lope the horse of same,

in the Famous of the tour ride atop the lame,

for in the bandage at the Stall the cottons were the knack,

as Q-tips coat the cardboard rack so does the guilt of know.

Striding Hi in rhythm work the venture took the Tack,

saddled up the soap of Oil on good Ole glycerins back,

there the Sponge on scrub of Lo bellowed off a track,

the Steeple fell the hands in Spell oh dear the Cycle Cracked.

Split Teeth