Across the heavenly clouds of Sylamb into Marfleur, where the locals say madame, monsieur and bonjour...
Please join me where I tip tap type away dancing and writing in style; I'm the inky winky pyromancer romancer with the answer to Sylamb's heavenly turnstile. Upon a turbulent typewriting train, I'll pour out the express fly dye from a bubbling blue vein. I'm their boycotting the masquerade parade flipping and tipping over every typed tracked tile, whilst eating blotting plotting octopus upon the golden mile. Our magical carriage glides on water and dear reader I'll be your wild porter, so join me baiting crocodile with alphabetti spaghetti as the pages pile upon the shimmering glimmering River Nile File...
Boycott The Masquerade Parade
Dearest Reader, I come to call to invite you to the Mawdens, very own marvelous miraculous masquerade ball. However when you see me you must set yourself free, Louen Of Brouenaflen will be sure to rouse thee! He beckons and bellows at the break of dawn to stop any despairing yawn... then may you dance party and jive; let Duke Jordan's peppy prized piano keys keep you alive! Just don't fret nor forget, we must see your true soul and taking off your mask is the ultimate goal! So no need to wither and dither in the shade, always far better to Boycott The Masquerade Parade!
Transforming and performing...
I'm here to put on a show stopping, jaw dropping, party popping display! So let the fireworks razzle and dazzle night and day! For now upon the Nottingham poetry circuit I can usually be found, honour bound making a triumphant sound... of course I'll be regally royally gowned.
Tippedy tappedy type me a letter and feel much better...
Whether it's feedback for me or you just want to talk to me about your love of swirling whirling cherry berry tea... please reach out, set yourself free and bring me much merriment and glee!!
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