Big book, dull class. Thesaurus.
Extinct, the clock ticks, wades out….
Thesaurus… Thesaurus Rex; short-
armed terror. Per Darwin, “Arms shrunk
into fins….” Feathers or fins? Chasing
down toga’d revelers in the via belushi.
Fins or flippers? “…faster than lightning,
no one you see…” more ravenous
than he. Short armed, rushing
the populous businesses — mayhem
at Starbuck’s; a piquant Quaker devoured
peel-and-eat-style (fresh, never frozen).
Ho Ho’s, Little Debbie’s, and your little dog, too!
Truffle fries, I consume, and a wedge of blue
(but I should say, “Bleu”!)
and fire? Only if I use hot sauce.
Hair-pull, screaming with this vision…
Fins or Finns? T-Rex being green;
perhaps migrated to the Emerald
Isle. Adaptation to a cold, wet clime;
bland food; and mournful, melancholy
alcoholism and poetry. Emeril’s Isle?
Readaptation: Fins or Finnegans?
“hai guidato una Ford ultimamente?”
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* = V is for vivisection