Jelly Baby War 14 syllable version The red camp sat back and deliciously chewed viciously on the soft delicate arms of their newly captive green, he pleaded for simple mercy with complex screams, none came. Tortured, defiled, laughed at with petty malice he melted away in the deranged ecstasy of rough swollen tongue. The deceitful black camp made their plans to raid the yellow whilst drinking delightful moonshine from pleasant sugared looks. Songs of tasty war and freedom dominated the night as they merrily prepared for their polite stomach ache, all was well in their world as they dreamt of cool victory. Meanwhile, the wicked orange camp patrolled warm precious sleep, unaware they were being watched by the perfumed yellow scouts hiding on the edges of confectionary hell, the name for graves of fallen, not forgotten companions, greedy demented vision drooled want from before mealtime. War saturated the sweet sticky fingers of childhood, all lined up, orderly sectioned into neat, tidy piles, arms, heads, and feet, their whole bodies were laughingly consumed with shouts of playful craziness, I will eat my greens mum, I promise, I swear! While secretly crossing fat fingers.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 10:27:32 +0000
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