Sixeyed house opened about lunch,
saying, “Peasoup!”
Girl roocoocooed,
scribbled through meal.
Wobble, comet’s jollification
slaughtered fishgluey melancholy.
Home built tomes,
prizeing books with love:
reading castle.
Whereat spoon?
Stickumbrelladustcoat?
No!
In pockets clothes?
Clappyclap!
A bloowho gets gigglegold jingle:
lunchtime may console you.
Ahunger/woe?
Gone.
Savoury laughter,
jaunty rhapsodies.
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Dave Williams 
love the beat of this and the unique words you’ve sprinkled throughout!
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Thank you! I really enjoy James Joyce’s creative words in “Ulysses,” so using them in the poems is a fun part of the project.
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