Lola's Poems

Lola's epic poems are the bane of my existance. She gets into a manic tile flinging frenzy, and I'm left to make sense of it. This one hurt my brain, though I like the passage at the end. By the way, she pulled down "spiritual or superstitious" all at once. Clever.

Finicky wild bobcat

into the sensual green kingdom.

Bite his nonchalant shoulder

Does lovely anxious woman
respect affectionate snuggle fun?

World humbly turns

Mild frothing bath

Many radical French never wonder

Ask.

Wish.

Spiritual or superstitious?

Magic.

Am sure.

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