VICISSITUDES.PART 2

And Homer,Of Eric the Red and Scandinavian Vikings of the days of yore,vissitudinous vicissitudes to belch the carthasis,wights in gaol,gargantuan medley in troth to the mother carey`s wanton.And lo,they grooved sinecure for rampart,the bulwark of engraved silhouttes.The street minnows,mischievious animalcules cruxed as lilliputs plough on the haphazard berserk,simulated in dunghill metaphors fortified forays.Ambidextrous gangsters,reticulated torpedoes of sensuous arts to the galls.Vicissitudes so says the grandmaster occult at the frills of proteges,robed with sojourners`rucksacks,'that ruddy rubbles glaced with rubicund rubicon,a rubberneck of time`s versatile rubric and fugacious punditry,pugnacious hewn to grease the nature's retractable claws,voraciously rugged rubberstamp mothernature.So much rumple,it rumples nature`s deign to deem fit spasmodic green rule of the thumb.And behold for the rumpus earthlings to ruminate and ponder them clamour,for moult,their rummy rumbling feet like moving vehicles