Opening up the Jaws


After he woofed, he hoofed as he roofed.

His hair was poofed, proof that he goofed.

“The roof tiles were sheaf’d,” he beefed.

Briefed of this grief, he fiefed

An eft. The left eft, heft to be cleft in his deft

Grip. “I lift and I sift,” he sniffed. “I’m miffed,

Set adrift, this rift is stiffed.”

(He whiffed and  he tiffed.) “I’m bluffed!

I’m puffed to be stuffed, buffed and rebuffed!”


Shawn coughed soft–aloft the loft.

He doffed; then he offed!

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