Applaud him salute and contend that he doff hearts for ballyhoo
To adulate him emblazon and belaud
Rhapsodize his heels to tout and deify them
Shirking accolades to keelhaul and lambaste and excoriate his odium
Flout upon your gamut
Fortuitous jigs at jagged jars of the homophonic hues
Grisly gorilla in loathe and levees luxuriant mantel
Metaphors of nauseated elfs, nauseous palates overdo paradox and oxymoron
Parameters of parodies in the perimeters of piteous troops
Veracious waive on the veniality of archetype venison
Voracious wreck on the measly reek and wreak
Facetious feint on the fictitious fawn and entomological feint at fictive flaunt
Pedantic frequency in demesne of concurrent demure
Callous broach in ambiguous avers in callisthenic jungles
Antidote of verbal apprises bale of straws and hales cannot feign
Gestapo at schadenfreude as they skimp and scrimp the parsimony of time in oracular sands
Aha,blah,blah,blah on a plume of dusk duskily pilloried verity at sarcasm of the embossed angst
And lo when he shout 'pow' they hit the dusk bam!
And these plumes of sordid ahem as if in the rattling noises of rattlesnakes
Thus began to whack them wham ,zap!
Brrr ,is no longer chilling as the temperature of the waning cadence rose plus five.Brrr!
And the momentum goes brr,brr
Cor! Did we see them with swimming trunk hitting beneath feet Waterloo's of the rudderless pantaloons ?
Huh? These shrewd observatory hardly quell them to moult
Bet the pundits mishmash in fauxpass; pretty cool huh?
They'll belch them 'ow' 'skedadadle refrain to harm me'
Pooh! they stink to high heaven
Psss what's the nebula?
Yet they squeed like a little bimbo and sighing we thought moult was loved to make them venture and transmogrify
The moult toots its whistles as it passes in vain
The more moult they detest the more moult they unease at bellyaches
Did they hear a thing to moult?Uh-huh!
The rhythmic dances dance in cryptic vocables barely audible to moult's toots
Where!it bushwhacked from the pooh-pooh of the immaculate odium
Whoops!Never a dime did they squeeze to moult
These pantaloons were dissent voices and amazing
Their bathroom and bathroom slippers plastered with innate nesciency.Woot!
The civvy streets so naive ,woot woot.
Wow!Tis ignorance is bliss and drivel teases viragos to woot
They won and felt so fantastic.Wowser!
Yada,yada, yada.
May they be shush from nebula by mother nature
Not a moult to refrain at reprisal mountebanks recede from the broken pall of fugacious time
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