Slumping out from under.
The midnight narwhal grunts and fumbles
Looking for the sea.
Leaving me, a husk, to slumber.
Rolling, bowling, down the hill
With scent of sea salt teasing his blow hole.
Flipper flapper flipper flapper
The domed forehead quests forth
And out front, the spiralling twisty horn
Eight feet long
And worthy of a unicorn!
As I wait sleeping
Waiting for his sweet return.
<Deleted User> (7212)
Wed 30th Dec 2009 21:06
Great ! - hope you've got a big mirror.... and, on the subcheck of mirrors ......
<Deleted User> (7164)
Wed 30th Dec 2009 14:49
I really enjoyed the rolling theme throughout this one. Too many good lines just to pick out odd ones. Love it as a whole.
Janet.x
This is a cracker, Ann, one of your very best! I love "scent of sea salt teasing his blow hole." ! It's got fantastic rhythm and music, too. A touch of Lewis Carroll, plus that added, sea-salty ingredient that you certainly don't get in Alice ... Greg
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John Aikman
Fri 1st Jan 2010 09:22
Your best yet....in my humble opinion. Lovely and tangentially erotic.
Jx