by The Dream Team
Thence when the nights began.
Cold, once over the snow leopards ran.
Old men felled stumps lost in darkness.
How fenced felt the widowed tin can.
The sun bakes the earth,
dry dust Engulfs the hearth.
Coals crackle as stories float;
the boat floats on the sea, warm Wind stings the skin.
Eye eat out of a trashed bin.
Thinlenced icicles drip from the frost.
Colder rooms doth till thence lost.
Mocked, yet frosted Snickery Snow;
leaped from the Penguin's slippery sauce.
Fire leaps and singes at the toes;
blistering heat destroys His foes.
Souls burn due To their sinful deeds.
The boat floats on the lake,
let us not be Fake.
Binged heat thothed from the frozen Shoe.
The ice burned as He flew.
Mixed Intermingles dropped psychotically sane.
The Red Elephant appeared out of the Blue.
