PONTOON

PONTOON.Livelihood,a go bet on the ponnies.You ponnies,ponder this poof of pointificate,a pontoon'livelhood'ponytrekked by fellow gregarious birds of passage.What a pontoon that they plausibly bet on the ponnies and not infecund to rant that ponces like arrant hogswash.Livelihood,a repertoire of cribs,whose go greens about the gills,will take the gill from the gingerbread.Alas they bet on the ponnies,in vacuous sands,pony trekkers of pontoon,to poohpooh eke and ekeing,stupendous poppycock,with the porcelain of crepuscular,poor spirited pork butchers and pock eyed pop dippers.Still at the senile of the bough,staggering holoipoloi,nestling as they drew aside the kismet's nimbus,a heuristic nuances of nuisance value.Undetered not to bumb and numb the hurlyburly's spasmodic plangence,obsolescent heirloom of the queer street's obloquy.This pontoon,an  unruly oddballs,obstreperous,they play for girth,to prune into fringes,they odoriferous odds and sods of the odious livery.Play it artifice do not gawp for the genius locis,of obsolescence barely its ambiance deny.Play it like conspicuous consumption,for this pontoon,speaks grandiloquent burlesque of  the phantamagoriac chicanery.So,let the groundwork play delilah to its pundits and dilletantes,where the futurologists could abscond,to contumeliously salvage moors from the saturnalia boat.Half baked and half cock,are we incorrigible hewns pontooning and jenesaquoi with bunted flag at halfmoon to trigger hairsplitting?