Wimps and wusses on the milksops and pushovers
Parodies and wryness wrung dehumidified and desiccated
As wackos wacky wabble as jiggle judder joggles
Tramps and tromps waded waddles tetters clomped
Wagonloads and wagonettes waffling pussyfooting
Still they dray out of wahoo,wafts and windstorms,southeasterlies and northeasterlies in wagonettes
Waggings and wailers at slew and wad
A potful of these paddles of oddles and scads barely sag in superfluity , jillion and gazillion
Wafers, snicker doodles ,gingersnaps,cookies and macarons
Bars of teacakes not yet silkscreened and xeroxed on the plough
Vacuous waistbands and waistlines draining of jaunts,promenades, peregrinations and walkabouts in reprisal of traipses of subjugated walkaways.
A log of work outs and log outs in dress of broken dreams
Drowning flotsam hung off seeming but seething picnics,druggery of walks in the Park,
Pieces of cake,tramps on the cakewalks slaughtered not sinecured pot of gold,
Icicles of wallflowers,coldfishes and icebergs,
Waltzing as the wallowed and walloped the fogbank
Parrots of parodies, wangled wannabes, gerrymandering soubrettes, sardonic apers on the breadline
Sombreros and warbonnets of miserly warhorses
Foci and cores warps and woofs warp speed a mush beneath fogbank
Watering pots,ewers,carafes and pitchers, decanters and tankards, Jorums, Skittles of stoups and teakettles,
Oleaginously skewed across evaporating aqueducts, waterspouts, drainpipes and troughs,
A neonate, nesting child, hoyden and tomboys,a subteen and bobby-soxers
Still the rapacity of chuckleheadedness and knuckleheadedness weanling wrangling at the plough of golden valley.
Not to weal golden hills but wear to the frazzle hemming and hawing, weaseling this blissful pot of gold
A bespattered rainproof hemicrania, water-repellent waterproof and weather proof. Not the circadian rhythm of brassbound and shatterproof's weaning of golden shore
The porous weenies, pygmies,tensy weensies, pint-sized minikins and micro miniatures,
Ought to desist as wisenheimers,hotshots and smarty-pants wiseacres in sagging limbo on the welkins
Bizarred midair towards the propulsion beyond the pines of golden troughs
Well-heeled weltschmerz in rampaging hell
Kookies and cuckoos at gaga and screwball harebrained and wackos at their trademark sappy but loony tunes
Corpus of gregarious flocks in bobishness, chowder headed bumpkins
Shillelaghs rungs, nightsticks, crabsticks knobkerries, beetles, truncheons,billyclubs,crossier,whangees ,hickories, rattans and mallets to chaste the bunk headed cephalic index
In the stead of whelming whams and whammies from the sidereal astrology of astral firmament
And lo in reprisal as they caluminiate this stead,
Ethnocentrism and hereditaments in refrain , whickering, neighing, whinnying and nickering bicker ad infinitum
Dotards and greybeards, whitecaps on whiteheads
Binary stars, brown dwarfs and red dwarfs,
Super novas, quasars ,white dwarfs,neutron stars of doddering toddlers
Behold white elephants,had gone to town ,culls, castaways not yet assuaged from the aspersions cast of sunrise in to sunset
The white knights whitening the golden troughs, hierophants,paladins and tubthumbers of the days of yore and impending storm of zeitgeist
Whitewashed in peregrinations of distant espousers and encroaching mists of hallowed hells,
Still they wink at the whittled down of drowning times the pregnant mothers of golden troughs
Beseech mothernature to cling to filial piety of astral travel
In the wriggled,twitched, squiggled,shivered,tossed,jerked,squirmed,writhed,twittered, jiggled,jigged,fidgeted bods.
Behold whomping clobbering whupping itself
Not spared being whopped from the golden wield of the white knights
Waylay not this wild and wooly wildwood, woodland, brush wood, coppices and scrublands, chaparrals and timberland, arboretum and thickets of homos, humanoids and wiglets
Nursed from retreat at the fogbank of golden troughs.
Their frigates, schooners, windjammers, dinghies had gone flotsam in peccadilloes at the drivels of wimpishness .
O behold the shallops and catamarans in fiasco
The wonderlands and new paradises of white knights stood at a gazillion ages elopement in the subterranean subterfuge.
The elixir of Elysiums at the cross of wondrous wonks far away
The woodsmen and bushrangers not the Don Quixote and woolgatherers of neolithic age
Eshew they this nightmare of copperheads, fer-de-lances, cotton mouth moccasins,wormsnakes and constrictors,horned vipers, bushmasters and anacondas .
An appalling palls of singultus and pleaches of writhes entwines and mixes
Not yet sissified from cadavers of the realm
A lonely world beater that the melange cringes to dread
Opens the floodgate from the elixir of the subterfuge for immaculate immunity of the golden morn
Bravo we shall see !
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