Exquisite Corpse - archive

"Balls!" said the Queen. "If I had 'em, I'd be King!"
and death shall have no dominion;
under grunions' birthing sand
In white hot fire, giving light and heat at love.
Sententious indeed are we, who in our folly grand
Have given no thought to whatever so is hove
up o'er the river by a force of ten gales
ringing softly like the old age
indolent blindworms, flexing corruscating scales
winter on winter as the feared ice frames the land
at last approaches end, as ending doth.