and washed off

and washed them

down the river

hanging onto a

long wooden spoon

dissolving very quickly

grabbed a passing

submarine on the

prowl off the

south end pier

down Brighton way

in the southeast

of downtown Lilliput

quadrant of space

near the stocks

full of sheep

where Montana cowboys

ride out all

night, looking for

the pretty sheep

with glossy lipstick

which matches the

cheap plastic jewelry

around their necks

and cloven hooves