Written for: The Twiglets #159 – “swamp gas”
Ah, The Northern lights
neon gold, green, and purple
Oh, it’s just swamp grass
He suffers from swamp grass
fever, often turning emerald green.
She stumbled into a swamp.
The resultant redolent gases
were more than her friends could bear.
While exploring localized marshes
he slipped in oversized galoshes
A bog broke his fall
exploded in a ball
but his launch proved to be his catharsis.