mad lib poem #2

from language is a virus:

smarmy hot plate's smarmy hot plate

"I strut my postcards and all the crust shines snarky;
I pop my whiskers and all is drooly again.
(I bite I strut you up inside my pepper.)




The candlestick go sewing out in lanky and fried,
And knackered postcard shines in:
"I strut my crusts and all the whisker shines snarky;

I popped that you drooled me into pepper
And bite me full, struted me quite snarky.
(I bite I strut you up inside my pepper.)

Bernadette Peters shines from the candlestick, postcard's crusts pop:
Exit whisker and Scott Baio's pepper:
"I strut my crusts and all the whisker shines snarky;

I drooled you'd bite the way you said,
But I strut old and I shine your name.
(I bite I strut you up inside my pepper.)

I should have crusted a whisker instead;
At least when pepper pops they drool back again.
"I strut my crusts and all the whisker shines snarky;


(I bite I strut you up inside my pepper.)

- mondo & Sylvia Plath