Channeling G.M. Hopkins

Ode to an Early Snow

Autumn's caught,

"Bereaving"...

Early snow

'at work':

Un-leaving.

Sodden scenes

Exhale,

Grow older.

Sorrows sown

By time,

Wax bolder.

Covered leaves,

Spread thick and hurried;

Winter whispers:

Wild, un-worried.

Is this cycle

One you mourn for?

('Tis the fate

All souls were

Born for).

written by L.P.-G.

UTTER TOXICITY!

ONE REALLY TOXIC BREW...

     IT IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT!!!

Take one trenchant

Tongue of 'spin';

Fold it under,

Tuck it in...

Add to this

A plastic chin;

Now, I'd state

Our work begins!

Stir in squirrels' nests,

Satan's smirk;

A toothy  grin,

Rosacea's 'perk'.

Add some hair  grease,

Molt from coats;

Now this brew is

Primed to float!

Brassy- bubble,

Strained by Newt;

Huckabee-Sanders,

What a hoot!!

One bare chest

( The Russian kind);

Lends this soup

Such slippery slime.

Botox, fillers;

Wives, 1-2-3!!

Our toxic brew

Is ripe for fleas!

Eye of Mongol;

Eye of Hun (see below);

Oh!  I'd say

Our soup is done!!!

YUK !!!!!

But Jared added one more trick

to give this potion extra kick!