Occasionally, it is good to allow the imagination free reign. It can lead to a less than perfect end result when unfettered but the raw outcome is rewarding.
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The orange menace rode in on gilded
howdah,
a rich pachyderm supporting at each
corner,
pale palace illuminated by the marmalade
glow,
trembling to its foundations at the
approaching abuser.
Monitoring nightly communication tweets
aimed towards anyone listening,
defending the edges of the
tangerine sphere,
with rapidly constructed sieves,
reasons for contradictory actions somewhat
unclear.
Forward progress of the beasts is
slow as they can’t figure which way to go,
Nole, Ffej, Kram and Mas pull in
different directions,
and receive little help from the clown
fish’s instructions.
Neighbours know not which way to
turn under the intense apricot’s burn,
but have no intention of tacet compliance,
and welcome threats with open
defiance.
Now the instigation of a trade war
to stick in the collective passive world’s craw.
It only remains
to select out of the pumpkin’s pack,
the ruler of the
world,
from the overstuffed beasts on their self-fulfilling tracks.
© David L Atkinson February 2025
God Bless
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