“Baby Wren”

“Baby Wren” a poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist:

“What are they doing? graviloquenced Baby Wren to her phrontist Mum,

“Ah, you see they defedated every thing,

they think the Earth’s an igniparous gun,

At the other end of what they started with,

is half of what begun!”

Baby Wren replied:

“Yes Mum,

I read dear Ursus Maritimus,

the Ephydriadic Bear,

they melted myriads of her sea ice with impigrity,

it’s now traboccantly rare.”

Conservation poem “Baby Wren” by Matt The Unfathomable Artist © 12th February 2021.

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“Spook’ed Mangled Soul”

“Spirit darkened myriad troll,
Thouest spook’ed mangled soul,
Quibbled night, contentious rift,
Confuffled postulation, cantankerous shift,
Tis mere blight, a trifling blip to your day,
Thy creaking lull, makes fishers hay,
Thine sinking bedraggled vessel,
Lest not evil grin dishevel,
Fallen Kraken weighted bat strewn cavern,
Taking monstrous sup,
Debauch’ed bloodied tavern cup,
Wolves a’ howling melod’ thee lungs,
Arms of fire, defended Damascus guns,
Sighs overgrown, deaden’ed bite,
Hollowed eyes devoid’ed fright,
Artily made Love, submersive eve’n unto die,
Pitifully uncan’ bruted tragic joy,
As scrying imaged plotted ploy.
Guard thy torrented storaged keep,
For lovers one cannot nightly weep.”

– by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright 25th October 2020.

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