Along the Dock

Prancing along a seaside dock,

I start to spin like the hands

Of a clock, telling time

As fast as it can, never wavering,

Out of rhythm, never skipping

A happy beat.

I stop a moment to collect myself,

As my silly brain keeps on spinning,

And I almost lose my balance.

But I don’t topple, thank goodness.

It’s all a part of a simple day

Among the boats and fishermen.

Measure and scrub, tie and lift.

Simple and sure, tried and true.



Herring bloated surfers whopping loosely

Bounced red equator catastrophic elbows

Hairs bleeding sap slippery dinosaur yells

Quantifiable ketchup maneuvers screams

Jagged toenails scraping teeth gums spit

Tongues seasonings spicy meatballs tray

Lamps factual super small eyes on pap or

Laughingstock rubs howdy sickle sweeps


Story idle room buyer quality engine deep

Ripped accuse obtuse increasing powder

Blunders couch wide aircraft cutie desert

Statue flat zoom roof goof pop trees hutch

Breeze value carrier goose never launch

Rainbow canyon Jerusalem front queer

Plant blue bluster beer traffic books Mack

Burn jet cookie tempest sword sneaky van


Pod last menial great given awkward unto

Ambulance concrete alabaster quotations

Running torture row upon loudly don’t hi

Lowly quarter caliphate king down rear

Sized veneer yearly Hutchinson walruses

Outfit alarming quasi judicial eating rips

Quiet bottom antitrust future ballroom

Nearly grouped flossing hollow trusting

Cuban lackluster quintessential Alabama