That I was stung with gungho's at crunchy alight at my abode,
Constabularies had just brokered truce betwixt my siblings
In the fractious melee of ensuing fracas
That aloof not my compunction to behold the raging grass
And lo at stupendous stupefaction was I bumfuzzled at arboreal eyesore
Threescore of medley at my abode to salvage and soothe my famous sibling Ajibade
From minor cut of the infamous stabbings sutured in two places.
Supercilious sibling was defecating when constables
Hardly had I dowse the enigmatic spectre of raging melee
That a little bastes and whacks were dished to my irate progeny
Saith mine to accomplished sibling
"Did I not tell you that the tranquility begets nirvana and not pay fracas for fracas?"
Stolid and sombre stood his physiognomy
A little beatings from the plenipotentiaries of the law
And then his senses reverted to thralldom of dread
As rancorous crowd jeered and bantered
Unseethed I unseethed the raving circumference.
"Constable let him breathe and breathe he shall breathe and hegemony in this brawl and brawn shall be stalked by tranquility."
A hefty pall of appealing apoplexy faded into obscurity for the messianic frosts
A scanty reels captured the fading scenarios into my ensconce and nibble
"Surrender them into my hands at the Nirvana;for tranquility only begets tranquility."
Officers at clemency of machismo,stoked belligerency to flock at my egalitarian frequency
Wondrous healings and rejuvenation embossed their presence as medley dissipated into forlorn streets.
And didn't I broker conversation in context of phone theft
To which I subsequently heaved a sigh of relief
A long but unceremonious aghast fracas shoot us to the golden hills
Peradventure constables at the serendipity of the theft plucked lacuna of my abnegation
Ajibade's fracas came to the succour of this theft
What a fate and tranquility only begets tranquility!
Ajibade's Golden hills erupted from unpremeditated fracas
So much in chargrin that appalling phone theft plucked us golden hills
Ajibade's fracas shoot us verily Ajibade's Golden hills.
The planet a brighter enclave one vulva at a time.
How so much gracious golden hills cue such scents as the amber, jasmine,tuberose roses,iris, geraniums and Arabian fragrance
As the pervading spirit of golden morn
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