Flip-flopping letters and words form sentences that make sense of something that was never really there. Expressing the sesquipedalian burrows of my mind makes for an interesting passing of time, which you will find here. To be clear, this is just a play, a game, a making fun of life when life gets all too monotonous. Do not take this seriously, it is seriously semi-serious in nature. What can be found through the ceaseless typing of one's thoughts onto a page? Let's find out...
There is a lucky leprechaun living down the street
he dances on a golden pond with tiny little feet.
His vest is green, his shorts are old, but he doesn't care.
For he he's a fiend for solid gold; he loves it more than air.
Catch him if you dare.