Abracadabra!
We’ve Zipped through the Zoo in a Zigzag with Zest,
Zinging the Adder, the Manta and Zebra
Crossing the Zietgeist from Zombie to human.
Abracadabra!
We’ve Zipped through the Zoo in a Zigzag with Zest,
Zinging the Adder, the Manta and Zebra
Crossing the Zietgeist from Zombie to human.
Yesterday a Year passed since I met a Yeti,
Yet it Yielded me nothing but a mob of Yobs and a Yawn from a Youthful Yank.
Forgetting my Yellow,
I Yell for the Yeti with a melodic Yodel but now I’m just left Yawning,
Ive been waiting for Yonks for this beast.
EXperiencing Xenophobia as I EXtract some EX’s from E’s,
Thus EXploring an Exchange, an EXtension, and EXhibiting EXpert EXuberance with an EXamination.
EXclusive you says:
“This EXception is EXploitation
EXtinguish the Extrinsic EXterior.”
I say “EXit the X-ray.”
EXhale.
We’re coming to the EXpiry of this EXperiment
The Winds Wind down and I see the damage.
My Ship has been Wrecked Where I’ve Wandered into a Web
The Weapon of the Well-off spider,
Who is Weaving it stronger and Wider
While the Warden patrols and the Watchman looms.
Within these Walls I’m Wide awake With the White noise, Withering away,
Welcome to Wednesday With the Willpower Withdrawn,
The Warrior Within Waiting for the Weekend
Weighted down by Worry, Wondering our Worth.
The Warm blooded mind Wandering, Wishing We Were Wild and free,
Beneath the Waterfall.
Winter Walks in from the West With a Whisper of Work that Will be Wasting our time
Well…
Why Wager my life When my Working Wage is shite!
Venomous Voices from their Vegetative state will say Vigilantes,
But these two do not listen….
They simply left with a Verified Voicemail:
“I’ve Vacated with my Valentine!”
Vague Vagabonds Validating,
Vying for that feeling in their Veins
In their Vessel,
On their Voyage,
The Volume up high for these two Visionaries with life as their Vocation –
Vibrancy, Virility, Versatility,
Living free.
It’s Uncomfortable,
But of Utmost Urgency, to Understand your Unprofessional, Unwarranted voice that makes you feel Useless,
To Understand the way you Usurp and Undermine the Upbeat Uplift of you, the Upcoming man,
Understand and Unravel.
Unless you Underestimate this Undercover, Unruly Union between You and Your Unidentified faults,
The Unpopular UFO hidden Underground.
An Ultimate mistake.
It may be Unbeatable.
It may be Unspeakable.
But Unseat the Undesirable,
And Understand.
As Thorough Thoughts are now Turned into action
There’s Terrible Themes That Threaten To Topple his heaven.
It is in Transit That Those Tiring Turbulent voices Tail off,
The Treading Triumphant
The Training Tenacious
So The Template is set,
As Today Turns into Tomorrow where The Taught Technique helps Tackle The Tough Tedious Tasks,
See The Transition as he adapts The Tactics To each Travelled Tangent
And new Traits Turn Tradition,
Unleashing a Torrent within This Travelling Technician,
Torching The way for The Thunderous mission…
Take it Today,
There is no better Time to start the Tapestry,
Set the Tone for Tomorrow.
Sometimes it is as Simple as Setting off,
But he See’s the alarm
And the button to Snooze
He’s Sceptical, Seduced back to Sleep,
Satisfied with Staying in the Shallows
Where the Shore is in Sight…
Shifting the gear, he Stands up Straight
Still Sleepy.
A Small Sacrifice, he Sets the Sail,
Sowing the Seed
Steering his Ship out to Sea
With Speed, Scribing his Script
Strategically Setting the Scene to the Specifications of the Superior Specimen,
He’s Sculpting the Self,
Soldering the Sword and the Shield for this odyssey,
There’s a Synergy within the Structure of his Senses.
Standing tall, he Stretches out
Supporting the Spine and Stimulating the mind –
A Sponge in his Skull,
He’s Sprinting…
Suddenly it’s Salmon and Salad
With the Smoothie Sweetness,
He’s feeling Strong, and So he dives in…
Into the Open Ocean
The Sultry Sea
So that he can Swim,
Swim with the Sharks
A Stark change from the Stationary Spectator on the Shoreline,
The Soul Satisfied in a Seamless Transition,
He’s reached the Savannah.
And So I Say it again….
Seriously,
It is as Simple as Setting off.
Relapsed, Ragged,
Regressing into a Rotten Romance,
We recede into the Recess of the mind,
Repeating the Relapse,
Repeated again…
Reminiscing the Raw Races of old
Retracing,
Remembering that we Ran Rampant
Revelling in the competition,
Radiating
Really living on a Regular basis,
We Rebuild Those dreams.
Restored…
Rule of your Riches.
The Race is Still on
Ready, Set, Go
Sometimes it’s as Simple Setting off
The Queen and the Quack had a Quarrel because the cost of the Queen’s Quest exceeded the Quack’s Quotation.
The unQualified Quack became Queasy at the Quaking Queen’s Questions when Quizzed “Quantity or Quality?”
The Quack had a Quandry, A Quick Decision: “I Quit”
The Queen’s Qualm was Quashed as she Quietly Quipped:
“Guards, complete the Quota,
He Shall be hung, drawn and Quartered.”