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Grimbol

Date Written: October 16, 2017
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Maniacal was the magic in the thimble of the nimble grimbol.

 

Panic brewed in the picnic basket  that contained the key that lead to the door to nowhere.

 

Shattered was the thought of  distraught. 

 

Did that grimbol just pop out of a thimble?

 

Transparent are they not. 

 

How did that gigantic grimbol  come out of that tiny thimble.

 

Hot as a cube of ice on fire that grimbol zoomed right out of that thimble.

 

Caught that imbecile coming across the window sill.

 

The grimbol  no longer in the thimble  snared the purloiner hung on a hook right next to the clock.

 

Grumbled did the grimbol the thief began to tremble.

 

Pinched a green ring upon the sneaks discrimination, the grimbol disappeared into his thimble.

 

My fault my fault my fault echoed the lowly looter.

One comment on “Grimbol”

  1. Spiritual Honey 108     October 19, 2017

    Excellent. Well done.

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