FEROCIOUS I - TREACHEROUS DAY Part One

A gaunt earth,a haggard clown,tinted with effeminate plow,ricocheted footsteps of the cadence trudge,backwoods in bailiwick,glances to bash of the lingering shores,a bastion of baubled battlements.Beneath this gruelling battlefields of emaciated lushes,a battallion of entreaties,has taken a bazaar of quirky troves,bedsored by bearhugs of clemencies,lackey spines and straitjacketed briddle,manicured in genteel transit. Pacifist Swashbukclers,as fodders,minnowed and libated In smash hit of machiavellian cavalry,closed at dunghill,its bedraggled bedlam,fiasco fretful.And the rickety palms that would sometimes bellyaches,when gone berserk and betrothed with malignant tumour,to maledictive dusk,bestial betoken but never thrown in the sponge yet betwixt,their assymetry bestows steepest steel,upon unfermented armour'd sinew and bewildered thumbs.Indure as thou willest aspire,indure as the pleading tongue of an entreaty,impatience does choke the pleading tongue.Billy goats and bimbos enrobed,in the shadow chaste,