Leaping Luggage

Leaping over a lounging lizard,

In the middle of a raging blizzard,

Is not a pastime I’d encourage,

Even if you took my luggage.

If you ask me for the time,

I would say it’s not a crime,

But don’t expect an accurate telling,

And never grade me on my spelling.

Do you think there is some truth

To what they say but never prove?

Is it where I put it last,

Inside a bucket of plaster caste?

Advertisements

Upon

Bottom loud handkerchief walking often

Leaning beep chosen barn taxicab once

Realize meeting heavy Michael leaving

Motion moon dump truck entry opened

Pill chink feelings green ape crease upon

Changes of Scenery

I was walking down an alley, and when I got to the end of the alley, I jumped up and over the wall. When I landed on my feet on the other side I realized I had entered a lush garden with grass, flowers, bushes and trees. The pathway was made of brick, and there were pools and fountains here and there among the vegetation.

I walked around a little bit, and, looking down into one of the pools, I noticed it was quite deep. I stepped up onto the brick border around the pool, then leaped in, feet first. As I suspected, I sunk down pretty far. I swam around a bit, then came up for a breath. When I did, I was quite surprised.

The beautiful garden was gone. In its place was a factory, with giant machines all around. There were also huge vats sunk into the concrete floor. The vats were made of a thick glass, and I could see a short way into each vat from inside one of the vats, which is where I was. I propped myself up on the side of the vat I was in, and lifted myself out of the vat.