THE SONGS OF WINDY HISS Part One

How dreary is it to gesticulate and pointificate at the drudgery of windy hiss.And to banish as bathos,purport in your catcall of catchpenny catch22.A speckled cat of shindig shillyshally,backwoods spirit of shiftless shennanigans.With sibilant hisses of windy sigh,doth barely forbade to hiss.And both norms,a rampage of eggshell chinesse patella.Hardly bypass its puffy tort nor reshuffle this footage of dithering shuffle.For a shuttle and a shroud with the immaculate bang of filthy counterpoise.Even as screeching heelsand shrieking sickrooms shuttered silvermoons.Those sidesplits on my couch,trendingtowards flashing memoirs,not banished me in my deprecate.Some sideswipes across pavement of burgeoning purports,barely forfeit sidetracks.Their ambrosia for the silvermoon Or these sluts and pejorative hothouse plants,nauseating sickparade left unshut.The eagle may fly till it's sidekicks,on the sidelight evanesce.And to sightseer and the laggards of shindy stink,the song of windy hisses,its minstrel may not sigh.

THE SONGS OF WINDY HISS Part One

How dreary is it to gesticulate and pointificate at the drudgery of windy hiss.And to banish as bathos,purport in your catcall of catchpenny catch22.A speckled cat of shindig shillyshally,backwoods spirit of shiftless shennanigans.With sibilant hisses of windy sigh,doth barely forbade to hiss.And both norms,a rampage of eggshell chinesse patella.Hardly bypass its puffy tort nor reshuffle this footage of dithering shuffle.For a shuttle and a shroud with the immaculate bang of filthy counterpoise.Even as screeching heelsand shrieking sickrooms shuttered silvermoons.Those sidesplits on my couch,trendingtowards flashing memoirs,not banished me in my deprecate.Some sideswipes across pavement of burgeoning purports,barely forfeit sidetracks.Their ambrosia for the silvermoon Or these sluts and pejorative hothouse plants,nauseating sickparade left unshut.The eagle may fly till it's sidekicks,on the sidelight evanesce.And to sightseer and the laggards of shindy stink,the song of windy hisses,its minstrel may not sigh.

COUPON

O covey,upon my nuances,coutured with so much covetous courtcards thrives my courtly courtyard of betting game.I bet this coupon was my coup de grace and a prop of covenish courtier to eschew the courtrooms of the minnows.Like an indefatigable courtesan,flirted with my craftwork,crackers'dusk,crackers'dawn,do i coyish crapulous placed my bet in this casino of coupons.And then the creeps upon creeps,pleached the creme de la creme,for the utmost trophy of the crenellation.The crooks had usurped the gaming table and as pawnbrokers,danced treachery into its autumn of the perfidious curlicue.And those cummudgeons who curry apotheosis,adorned with cupolla of mischances,do well,not to spare mischief.Coupon of fortune a deathbed of the mores and a deathpenalty of the martyrs and the retrogrades. Caveat Emptor!