Sweet Buds.part two

The barren mother's with bouyant progenitors,ovules,particles and nuclei of the broken cells,spores ,semens and sperms of the the prostate glands,broods of the skies,stars of the heavens,scions and spawns of the Cosmos 

O sweet buds , sweet berries, sweet grains and golden nuts 

Hail your rudiments,omens and embryos,conceit and immaculate conception  in your posterity

O sweet buds hail your condiments 

Heirs and primogeniture 

As thy once barren womb had borne thee

That you may sumptuous creased the earth savage bed with bountiful spoils

Now in maledectine, the fetish calabash of the golden priestess dropped behind 

In aftermath of the maximus invocation rites 

The barren womb cleaning the River bank for the relics of fishes in tattered shoal of the departed fishermen,

Sang their praises for the left overs and old greybeard's Aristobroth stood paces away from the caves yelled at her to drink with the calabash that she reportedly kicked off her hunting path

"O woman you disgusting disgust me a bunch

Seeing magical spells for productivity before thee

Art more contented for servile alimentary 

Than thy immaculate conception,"

Aristobroth had lingered behind to observe  🌞 the Sun's magical transition and vantage return of old greybeard's in the sky with himself and priestess of the golden veils

And so the inklings pounced her awestruck and broke in tears but not soon had she poured her maiden sob that she had guzzled the scooped waters though  leaky beneath her guttural.

",Stop crying.You return fortnightly with your bud."

And so she came with the sweet bud and grand sweet buds the golden boy little maximus hop trees to trees scribbling the archived Machiavellis of the aluplutan deadwood and the intermittent reprisal of the fifth columnists and the pytates and cults of abesi.