: About Me

The Adjective Cellar Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt The adjective cellar begins its assault When carelessly picked by some epicure Who sadly considers himself connoisseur Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top The words tumble out, they're awkward to stop They bounce on the table and under the chairs And yelling and screaming they bound up the stairs Normally nouns are wrapped up in chains Tortured and bound and horribly maimed now they're ecstatic about to be pleasured as picturesque words stand up to be measured! The Vicar remarks on these halcyon days Whilst Major Winstanley...