SPONGE

David Raskin
May 3
2 min read

Spamned no longer was Spiro Samson Spaeth spinning and grinning through the spectaculor spawned sparkling dishes and spoons with the spirit of Sparta

Places of spumescent mugs spared for Sunday had the fan so calmer, with trust the hero's fandom and faith which was finning and binning through the mess of laughulor dawn had the smart-wings and wishes of may and june's shifts give sponge merit with heart-hahs

Off to the races until the moon's crescent went the debugged wares for the lunge so brave, the prepared pour hung for the trade, the hour glass's sand being over yonder had the man leading and conquer the plan which was feeing and bonkers, the business rush with sincere hope and fandom at the place had the innings and limbings of the season (brand new), the Met's batular lawn was bon as the pinchhitter went long, the unsteering yardling, had the fans cheering and barking, the sports richness at noon, then had the driftness of their cartoon, their pitchness loomed, the lift was cherished with dart-laws

Needing their net's bling had them keep on keeping on with the also plates and bubbles and water, the chart's guffaw, was not beared with bart's claws

Gleed sinks without fear for the guest's rings and fads did wend so deep with the repeating song, the stream and mist followed their fate, their double was hotter, march was the tough bawd, parched was their revolution's rough pods, without rust they got in gear with fists for the buyer's cart gods

Easy peasy and lemon squeezy was the dishwashing day and time of the part job

- Avalon Dakota

- 5-3-26

- 1:16 PM

- SPONGE