Taking on the obsolete words challenge


'Nother fine mornin'

My mind twattling in uhtceare,

an eternity spent on yeeting

into 'nother frobly-mobly day.



A break from my usual slugabed self,

I think with satisdiction,

while I'm fudgeling to escape my cacoethes.



It's just too much right now.

I check my incoming briefs,

distracted by that familiar callipygian shivviness.



Poetry by mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-13 at 14:48

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2025-11-17


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds as if you swallowed a dictionary... or... as friend Moody said, it is so apt for what can sometimes be filled with higgledy-piggledy thinking? Blessings, Allen
2025-11-14


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Uhtceare, that time before dawn when our thoughts invade our rest - very apt mickeko
2025-11-13