A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI.2

A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI-A POEM FROM THE Anthologies of ST.BLUES QUEER STREET. PART 2.At planting and harvest (autumn),they bellylaughed the green fields, the serfs and the Squireaachy, swindled bellyful,the benefactors and the season' s benediction. Hardly,the sunrise tis the sunset that the fifth columnists,did not beset greenfield,blottoed with benefaction,did not for once,take cognizance of the blithering blizzard,blot and blinking bloodshot and bloodcurdled,bloodmoney,nor its pang calibrated.Still this blindspot,a blackspot,sensatedly they blinkered, bittersweet,black and white,tis the guillotine blade had come down,like a sledge hammer,upon this Queen's court and its nebula,at the battle of River Abesi,where maurauders'waterloos struck baptism of fire.Blags and blaggers took rampaging on bling bling,blinking its blackspot blackeeyed,blackened blaze,the boors of the hoick lay with the street maids,at the forest bosky ground,nocturnal lewds with the bandits'raid,frills at carted booties of the boon companion,to booze,binge, sloth and bop their hoots.The bard was hung upon the trees,sometimes immobile to pull himself up at his boobstraps,at sedentary aloft.The borderline bounteous,coarse with botches'bouts,booties and bouquet for the fifth columnists.Not until the golden bay's patriarch,at nocturnal glees brandish the witty spears,spoke his wrath,maneuvered the Queen's courts 'briddleway,grooved wit

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