August 3, 2025

Alupluto 's Sepulchre

Sepulchre faded awesomely away
with her burning woods 
In refrain of repugnant burning cheeks 
Sallowed victory turned into crystal victory 
Over this eyne of lake crimson, metaphors of metaphysical hilts 
Retrieved from behind the nauseating paunch of pined cheeks
Shrieking clamours did assault and battery to clangs of the throwers of sponges,
Oft did her fucking eyne clicked to his conceited comportment 
Over gazes borrowed from discounted fillet 
Untucked pale hung in bad riddance 
So slings distant grievances upon his navel 
to make him gell from the dances of repugnant girths
Of fabled pleading to dent his amorous theft
Couldn't it be true that the battle of pamputo was ignited by the guttersnipes
A mischievous urchin who hibernated 
Below the breadcrumbs and breadlines.
The warfare persisted a dozen times of the ancient calendar
And long before they could say jack the inaccessible transport fares and mystery of penury that blanketed alupluto like a chilling fog 
Had laundered immaculate nature in the  theft 
Posed as shrinking pale of shrinking violet into public nightmares 
That millennia may unfurl unceasingly in the atrophy of golden lions
With this harumskarum,so slide the tempestuous gallivant of broken troths 
That seems an hour but long
That seems an eternity but short 
Where studded bridle in stuffed shirts
Over his sweltering palms may not scold the pandemic winces of dizzying heights 
Being courageously good to salve his goodnesses of sovereign goodess good.
Billows as they steed they nimbly fallow virile lands
Winows as they steed they briskily fasten his unguent gins 
And fathom do not reflect until the immaculate green fields reaches them at the satiety of the golden hills 
Golden beauty not bread with golden showers 
Not unyielding bellicose with which they till the farago of psychology edicts 
At the expense of decrepit percentiles.
And down her embroidery of passion splashed keenness 
At the hoipoloi's diameter to unleash her blithering psyche 
And saith she at the barrette enclosed with the barbican ,the barnyard
And the barns in the outskirt barricaded by forest trees.
Sometimes barn dances and banjos at the bandstand rattles like a banger .
She chewing barley sugar  made by fellow barmaids and barista 
And he sniffing barbiturate and barbeques roasted whose aroma drew he the barons and baronesses crisscrossed by bartenders and barrowers who took the rivel down to the ecstatic medley.
She saith unto him as he drew him away from the throng:
"Wither thy alupluto if thou would not act fast 
Thou shalt barely lessen the mayhem with thy golden lions 
Of treachery, nefarious baulks, crystal vendetta
If thou mayest not slack in this tense of dingy clouds
If thou shalt not strike and assume assault from the beach head deadliest black spot 
Thou shalt not break even to quell the rampage that was headed to pamputo.
River banks under siege anew tis thy assault freedom flees nebulous plateau .May the rampage at the shore not exacerbate the penury over the bottom percentiles at pamputo!"
Her sharp arrow struck his beadied cheeks as if like a bayonet hit him down the marrow 
That he excused her entreaty to the subservient errands.
"Stay with the baroness of pamputo and shortly my broken reed shall be back"
Retorted with rhetorical sport not much banter.Withdrew quickly from the bear hugs and the besotted bibulous bachanalian at her beleaguered behest as beast of burden besieged with the beautiful bequest of golden nirvana to alupluto .
Alas in a jiffy lubed away in a huff, pinion on horseback 
Now a beachcomber fetched the be-all and end-all expedition,
As if bewitched with ignoble biathlon ,battened down the hatches 
And headed to the riverbank for castellation of order and censure on hurlyburly.






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