It screams Sammy.
A giant with a small head
Even smaller than his biceps
Escapes in the wind.
And travels and rises boldly.
A mist billows.
A miss pops.
Then a gentle rain falls.
Round red giant biceps
Rolls tired and shriveled
In a sea of treetops,
Triumphed out.
Witty Kate
Brings her Josh
A magic dictaphone,
But he's annoyed.
Mon Aug 09 23:30:30 2021