Haunted in the blinding barricades and ghostly barrages locked over this barrel by barren grappling hook
Gone banana, befuddled and barely touched with bargepole
To retreat from the tryst of pyrates incursion with bated breath
What a superfluous bathos and bathos wranglings yoked by beastly bearings!
Tis the bejeweled bellicose,belated baulks And belittled barnstorming of the behindhand , beholden but beefcaked and beggarly golden lions
Like the blinking of the sordid eyes blistering and blithering
Erupted from the beneficiency of resilient bemoans and bewailing bemuses
A bewitching sport and dancing cavalry of cat's pall,
Cast indignantly and repugnantly over the bay of alupluto
Pelted beyond bland elves and blasphemous blandishments.
Had they not gone on random bitties of bittersweet rampage
O with intermittent bird's eye view over terrifying black spots as if lured by birdwatching
Bitches of blinkered blackguards in their blizzards bitchily encamped bivouac across abesi forest,
Might not have been dislodged in dueling satire of broad daylight
Sometimes bareback and barefoot in blobs and bloodsport of spontaneous blitzes
More than a dirty barney, romps from bloodless,then blood curdling and accustomed
To the fury of the venomous trenches, pyrates'benigned blood shed, bloodlettings and blood bath.
Belligerent clanging bells from the belfry of their benigned conscience bell rung
Not frozen over mound of benumbed bellows and bellyaching belly buttons of Aluplutans
Not the blue blooded but the blue eye boys of checkered antecedence
What a body blow of old bogey men trumped by old greybeard's gongs
To strike golden lions with bogey of immaculate expedition
To bode them reprisal in bloodcurdling terse of remarkable bodyblows.
The forest was the bolt hole of the boggled realms
Where reprisals eloped aftermath of nocturnal strike a bog standard as the boiling point of counter espionage and sedition
Not the bumbles in the bumblebees and bonkers,to bray ,
Fed brut by brunches of bruits and not boneheaded blobs,
To be denied bonanza but bon mots in bravura
Retreat from boob as boo boo at sapient times
Nor were they booed in retreat from plausible booby traps
When they bonked boodle with naivety from bazaars to country houses
Not aftermath of golden hills annex did bon voyage held lack lustre their brazen bon vivant 's bonnies,
Afterwards of parchment seals boon companions brooked
Not boring across borderlines and borderlands
Extend greases,braces and bosom of olive branch
As alupluto's hoi polloi on the eve of bay's treaty climbed thereafter
Beyond the breadcrumbs and breadlines
At the brittle of breakneck velocity ;a bliss as if harangued by bullimia.
Bairns,bagladies,penitent white elephants, bimbos in balaclavas,
Pyrates behind bars,freed liegemen incarcerated from behind the Baileys disposed from behind bars ,
When the marauders took over sarabesa
In blistering bolt of lightning speed,
Anthropinos lay on their beds in the nocturnal blood bath
Tumulus stormed market square unimpinged amidst bootlickers and bootleggers
Evacuated peasants with the hoots of raspberries
Annihilated from esconce of their sarabesa Hamlets.
The incarcerated liegemen in their hundreds
Absconded with the peasants to the vacuous countyhomes.
Not many bug eyed buddies and war buffs
With bugbears laundering their bellies were granted a reprieve from a resentment
Tis little Maximus somewhat tagged an old geezer ,little bummer,buffoon
Had winced from theatrical bullfighter
Into grit of wondrous knight-errant beyond compare
Not his buff had nosedived but grew in bulwark of the antepenultimate
Whereon stratosphere was unlocked at the battle of pamputo
Where bumps littered the forest in reprisal from the battle of sarabesa
Did he engross himself with the sorcery of the banshee to know where to strike as if by premonition of envisaged death?
Still not the senile of sebaceous debacle did he plow?
And pyrates'bunfights of open loots bunched anew a counter aggression
From bumf of sleeper cells clueless into the bullring 'abesi forest'hovered at the harrowing blindspots of 'bullrushes'rectilinear linger' eclipsed by aubergine,aubretia,sporiferous ferns, burdock ,aster,acanthus,balsam,almond,campion ,buckwheat and buckthorns
The bullseye of the pyrates and fifthcolumnists
Where they stalked and stoked bumpers,burlies and burbles with burlesque of trench warfare slung across alupluto.
His fairy spots for funfare, backbitings, Backchats,backfirings, backstabbings, Backslapping, backsliding,backslashings , Babblings, backbreaking,backtrackings and bachanalian anecdotes,
An arduous archetype and bittersweet Arcadian bliss
Somewhat flocking and flicking with arboreal species,
Arrant apothecary drained from oily aromatic species aromatherapy for asynchronous relief of gangs and men at arms.
A furlong from the radius of amphibian cults adjoining the river bank,
Stationed for probability of amplified expedition
Where as gourmet of alcopop,baked beans, baguettes,bagels, camembert,canape and aldente gastronomy was bliss.
The furlong beneath nuances of canopies and canvases,froth of carnivals and carousels for random pyrhic victories, Somewhat a Canton like cantonment crisscrossed by trotting,cantering and galloping of horse hoofs,
Not the proximity to the bullseye but counter espionage barely a competent bumf from his tactic buffs,
Sifted through alleyways not redundancy of alloyed allots and rampant allusion
To slot canoned canvass for counterintelligence and surveillance.
Sometimes beyond the introspection of the aloft allies,the androgynous cults scooped anchovies and angelfishes from river bed.
To eke out livelihood pending probable but asynchronous expedition .
The funfare spots wherein sometimes banns rolls into ballerinas
As if in ballroom dancing thrills the gangsta,frequented with banquets,
Across the baobabs , camellia and burrows of busy Lizzies in the thick forest that domiciled country houses.
Somehow held him close to fellow lions, Apropos with their camouflaged approns and appurtenances in self bequeathed garrison.
Sometimes dumb ass much perplexed and anorexic
Whereon he the Byronic hero unleashed himself alerts at the perpetual nuzzles of aleatory counter intelligence
Not in the antediluvian buffet but in anticlockwise direction
To launch him apocalypse of the apocryphal
Nor an apostate to applaud himself otherwise with appealing appetite from apologia
Ascetic element blended in apple pie order with appetizing applause of his apparatchik and approbation of the eyes' apples
Still calloused he dares in sedate plow the deeds of derring do
By which his immaculate moist hands, foils,
It foil in the ambidexterity of the blazing swords
From his turpedos and cringes of the ambivalent trenchwarfare
Thou canst not see a dint of tepidity in his crow
Dark eyes barings doth not sprinkle grotesque of plumpy marrow
Burning greasely moist temperament from the crudest hands in dissolved palms
To dare beauty of the spring that doth fails to yearly grows even in arenacious melange
O how on earth a sordid nymph long disheveled upon fairy greens
Yet deemed it fiddle to be smothered upon folklores of impuissant etiolate and unfairest greens.
As sandy dances dance upon the grassy plains whereon no footings and footholds and foothills ever seen
Gross to light nor slight alight but upon the primrose bank of forceless roses
Still thrives over the frets of the unfairest greens and hearth of forceless flowers.
A lionine pace rose beyond the den to Garner cubs,
Is narcissus so tense that he may forsook the hilts of moults
To breed seeds of the earthlings that sprouts beauty of the spring?
Battle of sarabesa unveiled Tumulus' Achilles heels
Not a laughing stock that was quelled by Tempest bettokened storms of maximus' interventionist reprisal,
To salvage the rising theft of the battlefields
Enclosed in the outrageous outranges
That barely feedeth upon the plumpy riverbanks of the earth's increase
By law of nature thou art bound to fail
And by law of nature thou art bound to succeed ,
Rising through the narcissus of the golden crimsons
So kind to make a celerity of the celestial breath and ascending sun
Gallivanting over now remorseful alupluto
To make a shadowest creel of the creepy earth sloshed for drunken grits
And lo his basket and shoal was a plenitude of fellow lions hidden in his golden court
The great Sullivan's travels came with big bang
Unshallowed by the hollow flints not so hard as steel that buffeted the maximus' fanfare spots
Where aroma of peddled canards was sometimes doused and debunked by counter espionage
And the gilded waxes of the beguiling sport waltzed briskily like streak of lightning
To undress dearth and satiety to foment sufficient defense of the sinking realm.
Not so backward his stardom encroached from backwash to backwaters and backwoods
From mere bagattelle a burgeoned burly With wondrous sailing bug,
Not badgered by bailiwick of his baggies, enshrouded of bad-tempered baggages,to bait him ballyhoo backwards .
