A squeezing faint temptation—
A hologram hooked with novice tales;
The aubergine caresses the scarecrow as the carrot falls into the hatchet.
The former Cooke cans the delights—
like food wrapped in plastic—
Harvested for financial growth.
The curl of reason masks the tragedy despised by treason; Albeit the fur is clasped, sticky with sugar disease— but whats to say that plush King robe came off with ease?

Her best skirt tarnished and ripped square with nails; Called to halt with grinding teeth!!!
A hunger still famished; That hatchet is gray,
Graysmarked, “the plague!!!” In the worst month of May.

The picture should be green— but it is brown stained; Faked an antique with tea bags;
“Find the Stout penny in the hay!!!”
“Watch for the Garrett horse!!! Buck and neigh!!!”; “It’s kick when threatened could cause the spine to break; Slipped disc! Fear! Panic and hell!!! A catastrophic price to pay for your silence!!!”.
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