TERPANDER: Here's quittance for your turn-tailing, Muse of Lesbos. A monkey trick. No son-of-a-gun will cut the knot of the door and I've just rescripted a doxy to dance attendance on. She gnashes, to the backbone a Gorgon.
THE BLOODY BEAR (AN INDEPENDENT BEAST): Wincing Boy's being mystified but where's his genie?
NAPOLEON: A remembrance of a chorus airing in the garden.
THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE (IN UNISON): Oh back-cast buried oblivion, it's her overjump lifetime, a dry-nurse to steps retraced. She should gurgle the seas.
CLEOPATRA: To repossess with a blub!
A nought-beside biotechnologist's rose
There's no reflector
in the buba's cot.
The hatchery can be chockfull,
heave-hoed of umpteen curios
(Caliban, twisty-face, goon).
Peekaboo - an endogenous cell.
Can you bloodline it?
Crouched at a lens
is it a patent
you can burp?
A solo itching palm
could wrap up
a quadrillion in a boodle. To clone
the blue (vein) printing
that would fructify
the handiwork. If the hybrid grows
plash reserves at it.
Any miscreation will make kitty
for a miracle show.
Remedy is a cash machine.
Bio notes and links for Christopher Barnes