NEBULOUS FEET .

Nebulous feet hastened by nebulous winds and gumptionless sickos,And oft is it gridiron and goldsmith furnace,embanked hazy to trod.Shall i not be compared to a nebulous feet? Oh,shall i not be compared whereon nebulous feet had been raped by simpleton and nebulous wind? How sedulous sedition,seethed in its tangled knot, So fastened in its serfdom seeps,Sensuos sepulchral thatched with serpentine groove,made him slouch,Which bred more vulgars in his sickly pale gaunt sickled,Frosty addendum to its briddle that is slothful vile,Perforce purportless sickos like fecklessness,will overflow its bank,Still nebulous feet,windy sail,as contaminant of nebulous winds gallivant,still a skintight skintish;for to a slathering numb,naturewit slangs its slinging match,Still is he nefarious,still is he bicker and slices slink,twixt gall fathom,unflinching trudge.

Look,how purportless he himself,he cannot purport,whereon purportless spasm elongated.And by his spanking sparkle,he skinflints from nebulous winds,nebulous feet,windy niche carved,Till he take off rodomontade with her stealthy apparel,Which long have had tinpots,making nebulous feets to be tricked by nebulous winds,And with twice crimson transfixed,pays his pristine price of liberty,upon this scaffolding of sedulous scabrous,did his purportless himself,a savoir faire uncouth,like a saturnine satire,honing sardonic emboss,in saphire foams,Who being appendaged on jiggery pottery as mere sabre rattling,sacks moreish sabbatica.So offers still not sackcloth and ashes,a sacrament of shrimp's sailor.

But when pouted lips were ready,for his karma bone.Saga and saga,flown by saga over saga,turns victory away,Never did a traveller's sahib,more brisky satellite for a satiate than he did for this strangled satiety,His scintillate,he seeks not but scintillate,he cannot get,His scientology,he submerges,but buddhism of scientology he with a scintilla,can not proffer;His scion wryly drowns in this sclerosis,yet his glowing coals like glowing fire must burn,'O pathos boy',gan he trudge,'frosty leaden sprite!' Tis but a frosty scholasticism,rebukes,why are thou scrounge?Scums of the earth's scrums,booed by nebulous winds,as they nebulous feet's scuds of the scuffles,Thus,these hordes of scatterbraineds,frittered golden morns at the ratrace,receded, And for thy sake, o scallywags,vendatta retractile rearms.

Tether rythm pulses affray,for a bud-nipp,puerile but puffy clouds,quickwitted servile,purportless himself objectionable and being so quarrantine,choke its pleading tongue and nebulous winds. And being judge with thy intendments,so shall i be freed,o nebulous feet but not with quidproquo struck on a bed of quicksand.