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She Lives On Saliva Ten Cents to See
She Lives On!
Saliva Ten Cents to See
Harold and Henrietta


Harold da Lingua, a stage name, that,
lived an act very few would follow.

His sister was born along with Harry,
but just her head, attached to him,
as small as a garbanzo with brains
under the tip of Harry's tongue.

Young HdL joined the carnival,
impressing his draw by tongue depressor:

"Awwwwwww, so cute", the spectators sighed
when his sister mimed (she lacked for breath).

Her wordings looked saucy, her amber eyes rolled
and nitty teeth nattered and hair Marcel waved
bobble-heading.

If sibling rivals tend toward discord,
symbiotic rivalries may run rougher:
Whenever teen Harold assayed for sex
under the canvas, searching side dishes,
his sister mouthed judgements with promised reprisals.
Her teeth were sharpness unmuzzled.

Blood, or absence of blush from his lips,
belwethered the weather in Harry's mouth.
To forestall bleeds Harry carried a mirror.
Dropping his jaw he read lips in reverse,
gleaning another, typical scold:

".nicer be would Nelly Fat Jolly
!***** bearded That"

His twin-in-twain fairly discounted
the whiskery lady who
was lesbian and a ___ guy, too.

So suffered Harry
with mouth and eye lashings
on and on in their mutual tongue.

Their partnership ended in a coup.
Mighty Miguel Oso
jealously caught Harry,
off-guard, on-jaw;
Harry's dentition dinging his tong,
gulped so hard, that that was thh-
at.

The judge, extenuated with chianti,
forgave the fratricide charge, "However,
you really shouldn't have swallowed."

Released by the law, sacked from the circus,
the end of young Harry's career meant nothing,

not even a point for this poem except
to recall in digestion
a miss martinet:
Henrietta da Capo della da Lingua .


RIP, Capistrano gone swallow

 

interesting!

 

Dude, thank you for aiding.
I've been away since the day I put this Kwa-zee thing up to view.

The voice file really helps.

You know what a smartass sounds like?

yup---meeee

it's all fun and I thank you, watcher


A small gift verse for watcher,
It's about a run around g/f..


Watcher, watcher;
what's her wantings?

Is she watching watcher's watchings?

If she goes winding other watches--
better clock her with a tick-
-ock

 

SWEEEEET! haha