& UP THE RIVER I WENT.
where ther was silent black sand ther
was nowwe a twinklling gollden stream ....
or , at leasst ,
so i heard ....
so up then
in a boat i borrowed from the pink dragon
in her pink tower
outstretched her pawwes &
i tickled with th sprig of rosemarie
i borrowed from her earlier
(dragon-sized ....)
so up th mirror i went,
bark is pink, oarss allso
though a littl big on me,
harried wood worn smooth
by her big beckonning clawwe,
her sighing soothing
fuchsia scales ....
but ,
as i was saieing,
fortie penguins glomming up th insides
pink knobwork onlie hollds so much !!
redounding of waddles & the pink
ricketting, the
dessert foods, the
dessert foolls !! i
thought to mysellf, giggling mysellf
& glossing their cuteness. but
theie rr cute, & i luv evrie one of them,
pink dragon ladie too,
& just then our rosie pink bowwe eruptd into
one-million ittie cheeks blushing in
one-million splinterie smiles against
that gollden-mistie .
we fourtie-one
dripping our wetness into
that gollden twinkl
that gillded mirror ..