One month into summer 2022 elapsed here...

rew4er2nail

Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal rainfall for season
nevertheless
...the hazy, hot and humid dog days
meanwhile (gad) Zeus

tiredly huffs and puffs...with a growl
regarding thunderstorm
unable to make headway

against invisible firewall
shielding this area
of the keystone state haul

in tandem with the spirit
of Saints Peter, Paul

and Mary (Southeastern -
tri county (also)
encompassing the suburban hall,
sans Spring Mount Mountain King -
an egg gree us fellow - quite tall

simultaneously straddling Bucks,
Delaware, and Montgomery),
and much as I revel,
when blizzard conditions raged, a Saul
ting self importance of humanity,


where meteorological conditions
hurled a wicked frozen curveball
forcing fatuous, egocentric brazen arrogance
into unassuming (ruff) atoll
shape shifting paradigm,


viz dogmatic couture of modesty call
out depravity, immodesty, pomposity,
et cetera, vis a vis,
when "she" declares marshall,
law yes only when might


of Mother Nature tempers
trumpeting one donning
guise of cloudy (with chance of) meatballs

unfortunately indiscriminately
striking havoc overall

mindful, honest, decent... folks
swept up in maelstrom, which pitfall
could cause loss of life or limb,
this teetotaler inebriated,

fascinated, and captivated,
and linkedin to thrall

dom wielded by volcanic, tectonic, climatic...

of phenomena take (measure for measure)
an indifference to scuttling

hominids beef four all
lose well that ends well,
asper scrimmage maul
ling the accouterments of civilization
then...deathly still quiet doth befall

after unleashed forces exhaust
and expend blistering might
temporarily silencing madding crowd
to standstill, and eventual faint crawl
courtesy of a wicked atmospheric drawl!

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2022 11:02
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
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  • L. B. Mek

    'of Mother Nature tempers
    trumpeting one donning
    guise of cloudy (with chance of) meatballs'
    ahh we even appreciate the same films
    lol



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