Behold vaquero,kablooey,in their cellules,haematids,spores,germs,follicles, corpuscles, utricles,
As mushroom fulminants on the va-voom ,
Obtuse flurry barely cease that even in plain vanilla text,
The vainglorious vagrants too hardly decode them,
Let alone the sons of liberty in circumnavigatory,vermiculate,vorticose,vortical,trochilic, whirling,veriginous mode,
O as crystal ball gazers and Ill omened presagers vaticinate,prognosticate,
Forewarn,foretell,adumbrate,hunching and psyching,
In the byzanthinous miasma of their existence,
His halo on the hallow spectrum of circumlocutory applause,
Verbomania,catalogic,verbality,officialese,periphrasis,pleonasm,
Verbigeration and macrology blanketed him charimatism like a chilling fog,
Beyond what the folklores and folktales ever told in the distressful land.
This side of his own vendition,close out,barter,
Much like a venin,a toxicoid,a toxoid,toxicant, malignancy and blight,they barely ever had,
This venerious ventriloquist,hambone and ingenue of broken troths,
A play actor of broken gall,in the much verdurous and verduous girth of the demure,unassertive, sheepish,diffident, timorous,overmodest,coy, verecund sons of liberty,
A pantomimist of Victorian hills,in the lush Greenfields of dreamland archipelago,
O soubrette of empyrean sky,trouper and impersonator of hilarious hombres
And warlike disciples,stooge of equalitarian verisimilitude, thespian and understudy of magical formula, barnstormer and extrafoil of checkered antecedence ,
O with what nerves the vichyssoise of white elephant luxury,chowder of mutineers,puree of fifth columnists, borscht of repressed liegemen ,porridge of vassalage,consomme of swines in the jungles, bouillon of chastity belts' rot, potpourri of buccaneering squirearchy,gumbo and olio of raiders in the pillion rides, pottage of buzzers and debauchers,concoction of open battles,decoction of battlefields and the raging monsoons ,
Did the patella gallivant him,
O see his that his Capone could cloak him
That his cardinals could cope him;that his cope ,dolman and fichu could cloak him,
That his mantilla could mantle him,where his gabardine and poncho of adjectives could poncho him with victorian hills
Shawl and tabard wreath him with golden troves,
Not his vandyke,tipper,wrap and bertha be cloaked with penury ,
Nor his mantelletta and manteau be gasped for the breathe of good conscience
To stick to paletot and overdress of motherly cluelessness
Crossed not his victorined taunts of broken mounds,
No iota of verruga,verruca, excrescencies and miles in his cloaks
Venturesomes venules at his smogasbord
Vicarious vibrissa,prickled whisker,quill him jeers
As vesuvian apologists in the friction match twerk the trenchwarfare unquenched,
Atesmus and Tumulus spring tides of his trenches revivify the jungles into the corridors of power .
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