A Matter of Taste

The bowl, so they say, is incredible
Tis super and leaves marks indelible
Don't think me unkind
Cos I'm more inclined
To bowls that are filled with things edible.

Crispy Aquavelva Slings the Scarred Angled Banter

Oh, spray can you bring
Fly the pawns pearly flight
But for soundly we nailed
As the highlight grasped ceiling
Who bought types of ripe chards
Brew the feral lost kite
O’er the manparts we tossed
Heard the gals all live screaming
And the sockets said stare
The frogs bursting with hair
Nay, groups few tonight
Hat on hags all beware
Oh stay cos’ this scarred angled banter get slayed
Goes a hand of the brie
And the gnome loves the babe.