image via @razzledazle
The Squish, literally.
2/4/09
Only this made me remember those other clinging-throats made up terms that come organically. Like the squish, that cannot be changed, that can only be screamed or told, actually, invented, by a great storyteller:

Thee love
That windy airdrowned throat love(ly) clinging made up terminology:
A windy airdrowned manual system managed by three birds,
one fish, one removable teabag, and a little, tiny strong man.
—All of that and a little bit more —
Are now bedtime stories I prolong
for morning sunshine to sing along.

Song Kong, Sad Kong, tonight I'm able, tonight I'm right,
tonight I'm writeable in my own delight.
I can rhyme, cast a spell, I can catch some tales to tell!

(Cause NOW we know they're bedtime stories and anything is im-possible but everything's permitted. The thing is... I've got some squish on my chest.)