The wicked window

The wicked window creaked a small toad and left itself wide open and panting for mercy as a twiddle diddle dumpling rolled it's fat oaf rotund girth onto a long flesh tongues lashing like a pirates whip yet ever so ready for a good fisting when needed in a rush he would starve himself naked then pop two mouldy cherries into his gondola which was always pissing rainbow spray over rusty buckets although he wished that the bucket was not where it was at that point in time but still none the less meant it no harm but felt it needed to learn a stiff lesson especially when flatulent in flowered gown all starched solid stale by the sheer presence of 'Dark Norris' and his hanging length of homicidal duck tweed trousers

Oh why am I so wicked
Oh why do I creak so
Oh this torturous life of Monkeydom
Being a wicked
Wicked window

Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Little window

This piece of cut-up, and prose was written back in Spring 2006.

They are both based on separate pieces, but have a very subtle link that threads them both together.

By Spartacus Mole