From his gentle dote, bellicose homestead steeds,
Pungent homeward bound,homicidal bone alien,
From his rickety shack, edible shaddock,pomelo , Saskatoon's,shadberry, Like shadblow fed himself in verdant foothills,swallowed with impure shandygraff,
When family paced away to their bazaars ,
And lo, forty winks repugnant to the disgusting eyes that arrest the charm to sleep it,
Decrepit swollen,the coxswain of arts:savest by time,indignance rebelled,
Quixotic to the folklore of his own tradition,shaft of light fallen upon his navel,
To the two Wizards of abesi, as if shadow boxing ,
Shaggy haired baron of sport,the adventures of his head,
O by naturewit ,traversed and tripped him,in the dances of murky clouds,
Shank's mare oh shank'spony fed him winces,
Over melange of bobby traps from sarabesa into abesi,a dozen of a kilometer in blissful espionage.
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