FRATERNITY OF PIGEONHOLE

                         

She was a piggish farm ,a piggy pigsty

And a pigheaded piffle and a fraternity of a

 Pigeonhole,

Riding pickaback fury of vicissitude , picador

 of physical jerks ,

Hobnobbing in a picky with no lever to burst

the picket fence,

A phlegm that defies dose of physic ,wining sashay

To the lust of prodigal satyrs.  

Shallow bud , seafarer of broken ship ,on the scrounge

 Seabird,

 Scrum  of scrimpy loathe and a scarlet woman who detests

  thrift  ,

And whose patina of pathos  , dancing sapphire of satiated

peak-a-dos,

Penny wise pound foolish ,pilloried and pounced upon

 by motherearth,

With a rod in the pickle , a pawky humour  of miserabilists

Hidden beneath jaundiced sands of time .

Her Romeo , a pilgrim father of pile on the agony ,

Neither  neat as a new pin nor care a two pins and

Pin back ears ,

Invertebrate sloths of time,goaded by no piece de

 resistance  ,maketh no pile ,

Enveloped with the vibes and piety of pious hope,

Pink elephants of nitpicking pips and fractured dusk .

Does a nighthawk brings home the bacon ,with the

 bough  of senility ?

Far be it from being oarsmen of gilded bay ,for an oasis

In the desert ,

Obscurantists of desert oars must be schooled by mishits,

Mishaps are verdant plowmen  of bud-nipped bibliomaniasis

Obloquy! Obloquy!! Obloquy !!! rows the boats down to

The nethers from oblonged dusk.

The sensuous  doth behold ,the percolating ogres of senile

bough ‘s obloquy,

And  they wand voila of vociferous vouchs across public squares,

Not plainsailing as it seems ,but it’s no oil painting and the antique

Of parsimonious ogres ,

Not yet a pointilistic  liniment for the jetsam and puppets of

Punctured pungent,

Doff not your hats for this peak-o-philiac  and Pandora boxed

pas de deaux .

Held hostage in a parrot paragon of parrot fashion,paralyses

Parsimony,

The longsighted with the sentinel beyond the longitudinal,

Of the  macabre,

Is long headed with the ample rotund ,to draw the parachute  

Of the longbow  across the broad-waves ,

Sweatshop of  conscience ,Macebearers of conscience,an open

wound ,

Cease the madhouse and hopping mad of maelstrom  ,for a glorious

Dawn.

Many ado of peachy ringing bells gutted by pigeonhole and frostbitten

By penny pound pound foolish fruitcakes,

To relinquish gilded bays and pest ridden penury ingrained as the

Heirloom of morose earth ,

Let mother-earth not maroon the nutcased nozzles and noxious palms

mickey mouses .

From its theft of pigeonhole  and close fisted sheath of ossified oysters

Of the world,

Let them not die with the middens of the days of yore and locusts,

A mischance that could take only millennia of nosy-parkering and

swallowing peptic  pills, to burst off the noddles .

Shallom ,woollenheaded senile bough !