The Big Brown Boa
A gusty southerly began to blow. Churning the brown seas to and fro. Monsoonal brown rain also fell. Accompanied by …
Pure Pooetry
Recipe For Poosaster
It was a cold and lazy Sunday morning. Stepping out of my room, my butt was yawning. Breakfast was served …
Pure Pooetry
Saturday Morning War
It’s time for me to take a ride. Blasting nutty chunks from my hide. Thunderous plops and monsoonal waves. One …
Pure Pooetry
