I kind of like this world I've created called Munkertrap Meadow. I'm thinking about trying to illustrate the playfulness of these stories. Just having fun.
The Jitterbug Jamboree at Laney Lamppost's Luncheonette
There's a hootin jamboree where the crickets chirp a finger plucking guitar solo. Crocodiles strum their backs and hold the beat while pounding their bulbous bellies. The Kellen Kelps kick a rhyme and everyone has a real good time.
Join the Jitterbugs where the swamp juice meets the throckenbock and Laney Lamppost's Luncheonette serves a biscuit to a hairlipped rascal with one sneaker missin.
'There's a hot biscuit in my window Credence,' Laney shouted as she rang the bell.
Credence slid the honey-buttered goodness down the bar and it landed in the arms of Josie Gentry the town howling gossip.
For 11:48 at night the luncheonette sure was happening. The thumping sounds from Cousin Brucey's banjo provided just enough gig and him the gatherers gladly gifted their gilts and held a grooving good beat.
Mr. Mayweather fresh off his makeshift mongolin boat tied his long midnight Mayweather locks up into a mulderin magpie nest near the center of his head and let out a mean mustering whistle. In the fracas the noises of the room ceased and all eyes were rounded up to give a listen to the terrifying tale Mr. Mayweather was going to spout.
If the crowd knew one thing they knew to listen to the tales of the mysterious mongolin from the Cajun spiced lips of Mr. Mayweather. His stories we're legendary and Cousin Brucey and the banjo beating bears were ready to underscore the musings about to escape.
Does a children's book really need a man bun?
ReplyDeleteI like the alliteration, own it... seems like you are just a bit timid instead of just going for it, like you said, have some fun.
ReplyDeleteOh the shame! For I am still longing to locate the missing yellow boot! Could it be sitting alongside the missin sneaker of the hairlipped biscuit eater? I desperately want these tiny tales to interloop in subtle ways that only a true literary genius would catch a peppermint wisp of.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. They have too!
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