Scrantop got Manny

by jerrontables

**Scrantop sad along the railroad tracks. Sigh aloud aloof alone. Tin cans atop a dresser cove.**

Tuna cots in tourniquets away the sailor’s wail.

Slimey-bye my slipper boat unto the alondale–

a whoosh a wail a lizard’s tail, a wash the wides the ne’er do well,

afore the door and on a pose, a kingdom come up muffin nose.

To where betide a blowfer goes. That fun a gun

a waterhose.

Scrantop soft among the briffer weeds and hards along the gruff.

Scrantop got Manny budder bye, but

Manny ne’er enough.