Wayward poetry

[alvin_stomack]

Sit to sit
And pack to pack
We're going on a camping trip.
Kiss your beaver
And smack the tick
But, certes, do not harm her.
Punch the button
And buck the dog.
The London fog creeps sweetly.
Pish the posh
And track Tom Cruise
And all the lemming sycophants
Coated with ooze.

-aS