Snooteries

Prune is tender and juicy,
Yet in its core hides a pit,
So hard, can break a tooth in one bite,

The plains of Mars look crimson from afar,
Or is just poorly equipped human eye?
Snoot swam there on the back of big Belen,
So pray child, to the whale’s wisdom listen,
The pilgrims thrive in an olympian mouth.

Fat Blue Whale sends her greetings
Of bubbles tickling the dream
For Snoot to dive in the stream
Flowing to City Plaza
Where hairy feet jumped on tiles.

All of them had long feathers,
And to solve your good riddle
You must spiral on the One,
To accept the world’s wonders,
Where can hatch your three graces.

Therein lies all your answers.

Dear Snoot.

Can you help me get my limerick energy back?

It hit the sack and now there’s a lack

Of rhyme, and reason too

It grew, then flew, and now there is too few new

It’s choppy and sloppy and clumsy and bumsy

and frankly, quite rubbish.

Yours in anticipation in La Cuarantena

Boot Sale Bob was a man at the market,

Whose trailer collapsed when he parked it,

He lit a cigar

And looked at his car

And said fuck it I’m done with this market

A Maze In Snoot