Finkle Spurrt

Squizzle finkle pop sqirzle

Squish squad

Straining to shuffle into view

With one eye it peeks

From beneath a sheet of gold

So fine

It could have been spun

by intergalactic gold worms

With no fear it appeared

on the way to school


It took an extra thick lens and

a super small girl to notice the reflection

Suizzle squire finkle fankle bong

Spurrt splat

The gold had sparked interest

And together they sat

beneath the veil

Hidden from white socks

and little feet



They spoke of Pythagoras

and how bats like to drink mountain dew

at weekends

just like they do.

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