Thou art intemperate than the foxes are
Unruly beasts nudging the forest floors
And the spring bed for the spring time hath all too benign to kiss
Sometimes too hot like Venus to plaid craft with Machiavelli or like Zoroaster
And often gold plated reeks undimmed
Froth over fair mound for unfair roses.
Moonstruck,bats in the belfry, unglued ,unhinged,unzipped,screwloose,fruitcake nutties,mad as a hatter,cracked heels,barmies,bonkers, delirious flakes, erratic freaked outs,flippies out of their trees, dingiest,dippies,kookies ,potty screwballs, out -to -lunches,cuckoo-psychos, berserk apes and wackies marooned in wacky winces
O mad as a march hares !
Dancing kookies jeered at the moult for beautiful spring
Nope blather to baa and maa, whine and bluster fuss,
Nor alacrity to gripe
Swung ebb tides in skullduggery, monkey business song and dance,drunk machinations flew like a pawn of rainbow
Egregious mafiosi and unruly machomen
Hail where the golden lions surmount their golden stars for the golden hills
Old greybeard's gongs had melodies
To crease wanton clamours for the beautiful spring.
Whom shall we compare to the beautiful spring
So our shoal and creel amplified may garner the beautiful spring a repertoire of beautiful roses?
Old greybeard thereof sobbed greedily
Where pledged sinew from golden lions outmarched evasive mockery
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