Ticklet

I got golden snuck

Terrific posture isn’t free

Give me lemonade

Reversi

Silver nostalgia

Cleanses the palettes softly

A future of mirth

The mind fixates fast

Stuck on words like telephony

Thinking bout airguns

Must imagine clay

Then the thought dynamite wins

Leading to new shit

Smite the spice lordling
Slice into spicey chunks yo
Fetch all the giblets

Terrific sound board

Made from the finest card board

Will you live in space?

A triumphant bear

Way too late to celebrate

Rolls over the hill

Fruitless toils forgot

Troubles foil obscurity

Thousand mile goat cheese

Spy ghost explosion

Tracing particles through space

Magnetic murmurs

We can all collide
Wrapped up in tinfoil and left
Baking in an oven

A curious quest
To be a baked potato
Ends in melty face