So says old grey beard that by the portrait of time the wreath of beautiful wit is hewn
So soon as he was crumbly crouched in to a crotchety hilt
That he was crowed to stone the crow as the crow flies
To avail himself gallantly beyond his crowfoot
Not with the crystal balls of the crystal gazers
Did he as a cunt cuckoo himself in cryptic heinously
At the blind alley or rifted by cuffs of culdesac ?
What frequency of cumulative currency did they wield him currish curriculum to curry him favor of opulence?
Does the semantics able to decipher the contours of earthquakes when cyclones cutthroat the placid dawn?
A funky funnel at funky quarrying hardly surmise the dandified elements at their bequest of beautiful spring.
To dangle dampish dance on the pouncing birds
To reel the dead wood of the ensconcing deadpan,
At what fustian deed and fusillades did they deescalate?
Deep laid defecation of the illogical minds
To defoliate and defuse the defiance of the broken gourds
At unseething the beautiful nuisances of unwary times
Those who deified those realms hardly bicker with the mainstream
He was barefoot drifted from the pounce deification
As he was at delirium distance beyond his seasons of dejavus.
Not the season of anomie to be deliquescent and delinquent
To derelict enfanterribles and delinquent
Ere the shitholes that turns stale at stolid and sombre lunges,
Was it not derogatory to despair the derring-dos
With the nightmare of the season of dejavus?
Then the oscilants at this gyration of immaculate pulses
Drivel devil may care at the dialogue of objective nemesis,
Dewy-eyed dexterity at hollowed treacle
Belowed the dialectics and the dialect of empirical but empathetic tongues
Battling eyelid beyond the curated curio of dilatory deference
Discourteous disconsolates with all the disc brakes of discolored discomfiture
Disgruntled with disillusionment
Still alarm to deface the efface of this beautiful eeries
Effete plows betrothed to the effervescence of the efflorescence plough
What sort of butchered effrontery is this tryst of eggshell paint or eggshell China?
To summon elation for the eardrum to dance to the tingling sensation of tympanic membrane
And hawkeyed disdain not retroverted at amazing elixir of the insensate eclipses
Garbages of emboldened embonpoint refrain from the tenebrous pawn
Emporium gallivanting to the eleventh hour
Was like an eternity in the clownish crouch of his emended eager beaver
Those who encode him could not withdraw his energy and frequency of the obliged storms
Engineering idiocy at incriminated elf's
Dissimilitude at dissimilarity hung at beligerent distance
Tenants of oblivious obliques and oblonged battle
To disturb dixieland when overtures of oracle is disarmed from the distressing rods
How come in the flights of the doghouse a sate rivets at the molasses of disjointed benumb
when the doggie is misled at dogleg and wanderlust like doggie
Hardly banter to explore the dogma of windy gust?
Oh not baffled the immaculate conception of dogooders
Fell at the discomfort of benignant trees
Of the hardline clocks and jaundiced hard and fast aperture of the swollen doomsday
And golden bliss was elongated as martyrdom avails
The clamour and prejudice of fortuitous gloves and immaculate palms
Assuming the poltroon had disemboweled and disembark his wit
From impetuous bigotry of broken shards and broken gourds
Night mare of successive recurrence might go berserk wanton in record time
To grope with grapnel the disruption of broken gourd's grime at beautiful furnace
Has there been any beautiful furnace in the atrophy of beautiful spring from broken gourds?
Far be it good as gripe may surfeit in distant bliss
To grill grind gross and grotesque the calumny of beautiful voices
Who silence them with utter rancor of themselves
Where the heart blood not shed from the heatwave of the beautiful distance
Gladdened at his orchards as the golden fruits endears themselves to harvesters
In hedgehop fashion
Not to pay heed to heebie jeebie in gelatinous smother
When grumpy and grumbling minds
Betray guipures of grundyism or refrain to enrobe themselves with its thick laces
For proprietary of decorum and insanity in public realms
Nor wit purchasable in the grandiose bliss of harberdashery and bazaars of luxury
As maybe trended like habiliments and assorted goods
The battle of wit is wrought at half cocked distance
Mustured like the mustard from the empiricism of golden valleys
Half wit they gallivant discretion they muse
At the clanging clamshells of belligerent distance
At the portrait of time, shall be blessed with the wisdom of the writ and the wit.
Drastic hounds to gully the wretched abyss
Behold the beautiful fortress returns with the glamour of beautiful roses.
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