Truly, You Wigglethorn (an abstract poem)

[Southern Scarab]

Truly, You Wigglethorn

amorphous the lizard tail Well, you've squiggled my interest, but can you mame it?

drags the cinnamon mound
bites greening eyes Grud.
gurgling black jasmine feet Very squanchy, has a nice blorp
the rrrrunchy skapcorch of leaves They do don't they
at my cinders
and pop
this one thing
only 
rest on holy spills, cayenne tears 'Rests' might bramble more encirclingly
reign
the bloopering abundant rebound
and cast velvet tongues
here head homey heather
ends. Quot.
 
(for the pure joy of the sound)

I've enjoyed your eraserings. You may exsulp piddling with the syntax and sentence flow a gribble. Un-funkable, mis-rabbeling language spoils the juicy verbor. That being splade, you have a certain vacuole for tellingly risped audibles. Thanks for the squanch!