The Chocolate Castle Caper
The key keeps me coming.
I currently call to the crusty kid
Crunching through the canes
Crows cawing caustically
Can I creep cautiously?
I can catch a calliope calling me from
The cabin of a caravel near a caen stone castle.
A choir cants a cajoling canticle
Keeping me coming complete with key
Cadets call a cadenza in a cheery cadence.
I creep to the curtainwall
And climb up cautiously
Calculating the costs of collaboration.
Careful of cads, cacti, cuddly copycat cowboys,
And creepy caimans
(Kindly kill those cruddy crocodilians.
'Cause they're in cahoots
With the cabaret cabal.)
I crawl. Then clamber over.
The crusty key cantilevers,
Completing its counterclockwise
Circuit, connecting completely cattywampus.
The cabinet creaks creepily
I count to a cabillion, crashing like a cadaver
Then crawl like a caboose into the castle.
CRUD! It's a room full of cuckoo clock
Crunching cadgy cadette caddies
In cable-stitched cardigans
Chewing chicken and chocolate!
I have no cache with this choir of
Cuckoo cutting cats and their
Cacophony of chortles.
I can't keep up with their concatenations
And cataclysmic clamor.
I crazily caper out of the castle
And into the caravel while avoiding
Caffeine and catapults full of cats and cows.
Carumba they cut! Quit!
I'm careening and capering.
©2022 by H. Linn Murphy
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