Pharty Power! On the VW Poetry Bus With NanU

So the challenge this week was Verification Words. I placed a sheet of paper by my mouse, and dutifully collected them for a couple of days. My important notes got defaced, as every piece of paper left lying around the house does, by Pharty Power.

My problems aside, NanU is driving this week, which is remarkably reassuring as I'm sure she knows all about velocity and braking distance. Or at least how to clone us should accident befall.

All the other passengers can be found at her blog, here: http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/

And here's mine.

Salos, Citadel

Within the citadel of Yakeryib
The Prince Imfeemi lies
Dreaming solely of his snester
Her perfumed skin, her eyes.

Within the citadel of Yakeryib
Princess Pallomi lies
Tortured with thoughts of her berec
His face, his chest, his thighs.

And a malst sky sits over the city
The dark days draw more near
Infura have been awoken
By sound of sin so clear.

Dread rain begins with the first trunfing crack
Then all viali hear
The Infura cry, “Imfeemi!”
And cling to those most dear.

In the citadel Imfeemi crashes
Stone passages to her
The great bronze door of her bedroom
That never did deter.

Pallomi lies dead upon her gold bed
The baby does not stir
The Infura turn and face him
And cry as one, “Thylcur!”

Within the citadel of Yakeryib
The Prince Imfeemi lies
Dreaming solely of his snester
Her long-cold skin, and dies.

Ashersif citadel of Yakeryib
Now home to naught but flies
And rats and creeping foesinfi
And vultures’ infec cries.