Golden Stars In Transition.

Gone are the days when the golden stars

As infantile muggins and mugging muggers, mudslingering were roasted in the mug's game 

As mufflers muffling transit from mulcting and mugging bazaars into mugwumps mugwumping ,

Mulching and mucking their practical politics not muddleheaded but with the mucilage and the golden humus of dead wits,pounded and pestled with the mortar of old greybeard's elfenfolks and moseyed with mordant of introspection 

Not mooching around and mooning away awesome sprints of checkered antecedence 

Beyond moorland's mootpoint of the morality play

To moot their moorings at the moors of self oriented moors,

Not the moonies moonstruck to eschew pearls for the moonstones, moonshine and straws

Not moped by moonbeam at the mop of moonlit valley 

To carve the morphology of the golden hills.

Ere the congregation of the conscription tumulus had verified the Maximus's public influence and radiance stretch of his standing ovation.

Behold he was met with the rampage of royal applause 

Now monomaniac monsieur tumulus robust appendage of monolithic Maximus in the monotony of his gait arises 

He wears his morning coat and goes into the streets interrogating wits

At purportedly monkey wrench degree of monkey business and monkey tricks

And lo in disguised visages saith he unto a village virago:

" Maximus a money bag money grubbing with the slightest provocation pilfered village wares a pyrates leaguer?"

"Of course nope not a leaguer to pyrates ilks.Be no casuist and no rumour mongerers.Free alupluto and we want pyrates out".

"O you quell my monkey business?"

Then he winced into the bazaars east of abesi market square and saith he 

"Has Maximus not mollycoddle to money grubbing that vendetta might not be unlocked at the least momentum deemed possible?"

"How dare you invoke detest to man of the people maxim that way?Shift away from my stall let me breathe."dropping proposed purchase drifted apart for the moment of truth.Speechless went paces away from the affront to molify himself.

Maximus modus viviendi oft melt with cynosure of standing ovation more than moist and moisturizes his stardom moke and gaitly molasses.

As he bade cheerio to the market square tons of shrieking afficionados screamed beyond modish mods

"Maximus the vox dei vox Populi,crown him crown him crown him man of the people!"bombastic clerks of works in their daily dozens yelled beyond their palates.

Perturbed not assume himself cleverdick,threw his kismet in the sponge and cleaved to his espouse and lo dearly endorsed conscription.