To your horror is overstating it.
But yes, too many tulips.
This has become an agribusiness.
Churning is not the same
As unearthing a bit of willowware
Butter dish fragment
Scrap of something worth saving.
Silence the chatter
Celebrity marathon glitterati gowns.
That robin is swollen.
We've all found an intact blue one.
Bend a branch just don't
Snap your fingers and expect vowels
Acute angels to rush in.
Say your prayers let hopeful assume
Some shop-worn form.
Clod-hop where you fear to tread.
Pin however many down.