The cavalier comes to town in the nocturnal vend
Apocalypse of the bulge cannot be whisked
Into the dungeon of apoplexy whereon somnambulist
Is lost to wreckages of time
Behold the vicissitudes on the rampage of verisimilitude
A gush of immaculate conception drains the salmagundi of goonish atrioventricular bundles
Charlatans on vouchsafe of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious of velvety sunken climes
The drift of golden hills not yet emaciated wherein floodgate of gallantry is hewn
Lurks of ambivalent winces and ambiguous ragamuffins
Hit the goofy sesame street with the bestiality of the betternoire
And contraption of those introverted.contradictions at the very impeccable impenitence of hagiographers and ethnocentric jingoists
They cannot be ducked downhill at the nightmares of heretics and the semantics
They elope in the subterfuge of the open brawl
Their condescension not a goofy gestu
Golden drift on the drift where pulses of gallantry are in comatose re of wallabies
Not the egregious wombats to make them pelt with the mountebanks
And on the crease out in the thumb,the apogee
Not yet the golden hills that they much crave
A dastardly lull of embattled ambush to quel the quake
As they ensue in the allegory of this quirky anecdotes
A gauchy clouds in the gaucherie hardly whisk itself in the obscurity of time
A maroon of old slots rapsodized in the jungle of brats
Is pommeled by this melange of old rumpus
Not at the eleventh hour for yonks to make him quaint
And elevated clasps beyond the pines of sanctity
Egregious hombres at their forlorn streaks
Shrieks of shrieking owls vent carthasis and sauces of dunces in dunce cap annihilates the damp squip
The quilts of golden squirt comes like a comet in the stars
To beckon on the edentatate clamp of morbid but iridescent shards
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