Richard from Rangoon

Richard from Rangoon ran up
his tune and upped the run
like a slithery spider on a rain pipe.
I spiked a peck of pickled peppers
and re-strung them into a chili ristra
relishing a scintillating, titillating,
undulating recipe from a damsel with
tittles, riddles and turtles, in her
carpet bag. I corresponded to Garcia
when the Cat in The Hat and I fell
from favor and he was happy in the
peach tree joking and croaking with
the crows anyway for many a day,
still waiting am I, for my bugles
and beads to be replaced. Guess
I'll take their loves boast myself,
anyway.