TRIUMPHANT MILLS.PART 2

 

ibikunle laniyan <ibikabram@gmail.com>	Wed, Feb 12, 5:32 PM
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TRIUMPHANT HILLS, A POEM FROM THE ANTHOLOGIES OF ST.BLUES QUEER STREET. PART 2. over sacred hill.The proud entente of lake river abesi itself jubilant, eloped to cart away more bouquet of flowers, where its squadron rode.Not an aloof ride where this spectre apologia greedily trumpeted and jubilant hours feasted.Pines waned,flutes danced to jubilate the trickiest battle royale ceased, minnions beat alabaster cups and horns of dread.And thundered feet became flying feet to make mountain the home of the gods and wolves on the mountain,like whirlwind from wolves beneath. Millennium of grief,strickened fine dogs and deadwood, could with mere putsch of the knight of old's dragnet pull them into stardom.How not like goody goody, shouldest nigh comport,on a gormless gosh and gnash of piffles.Not the gourmand of the vulgar and the vulgarian fraction,that quashed  it beneath,Alupluto's to this gory height to abhor the gooed twain and silvermoon's gooseberries.What a gallimufry and godforsaken goddess outshone  the encumbrances. And they gabbled but chaos and they gadabout but banditry menaced, and so this gaggle gaggled yonder its friable frippery.Now miser ,with the fortuitous foxes of the foxhounds, clenched at the Alupluto's forest creeks unclotheunclothed this hideous fracas. A thousand grenades had done this witchcraft and when the flurried hot spots had been fluxed out, nirvana emergence but not surfily wherein forest battalions unleashed the flotilla and the auxiliaries'fret.