Terpsichoros of Worm Runnel Why ME, O Gosh, O Marguerete? Can the tinkling and savage testimony RUNNELS! RUNNELS! Force more face cream from a curt and incourteous Pod?
It isn't that I think or say anything, But now that you've lifted the rock, See this worm dance! Why ME, O Gosh, O Marguerete? When I took the wonky elevator RUNNELS! RUNNELS! Up Satan's creaky spine that fine Fall day to stare out over Peonia Through his glass eye And sing sad declaratives Like O-rings leaping from a gate valve, How could I know you would spelunk Into my constant birthing. It isn't that I think or say anything, But now that you've lifted the rock, See this worm dance!
