poet2rhyme4tommorrow

Thy razed regal roofed house o me childhood

par don my \"FAKE\" oversight if this gurgling blurb posted at least once before. Destiny sans mine family of origin domicile locked in a full nelson, and...eventually wrestled to the ground as pile of jagged rubble! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Synonymous with fragile hulk (pitted against backhoe and wrecking ball) incredibly resilient, when incessantly whip lashed   until unanchored off mooring thence, her frail exterior (rabidly chomped via humungous steely toothed jaws) bowed, teetered and collapsed   stern weight accosted, beckoned, and caved, spot on dead reckoning, non bash full machination yen suffering being most weather beaten   since about nineteen ten embodying painstaking craftsmanship from way back when, effort to build an enduring domicile   ruled as blueprint for a den not necessarily of thieves, but extra ordinary ship shape, rich n hard folks (The Leipers)   fancying innovative Hercules hue men, and women who wrought their family genealogy via quilted pen   predecessors of Barbie and their Ken Erected by strong strapping young men Since February 28th 1968 mighty noble domain occupied   by thine now octogenarian widower father echoing with ghosts, who formerly inhabited 324 Level Road (plus spirit of deceased mother),   a plethora of past occupants came to life when’re he visited berth of his lady friend who lives in the Langhorne area haggled with Gambone builders   to pocket a wad of cash resigned immeasurable blood, sweat and tears all for naught, nor without Miley Cyrus astride   the demolition destroyer which hundred year old mansion once a stately summer resort (to the upscale who owned the Bell & Clapper),   a respectable haven for well to do Philadelphians whar English ivy obscured visible slated patio upon said pseudo pier viewer proffered view where lily padded fishpond aqua culture bounded   (where froggy went a court\'n - once upon a Lily pad hopping hopping tubby a prince) below decks which once renown estate   accrued facade as mere dark shadow sitting like a charade along, the outer limits of the twilight zone casting shadowy silhouettes,   sans lovely bones the edge of night versus former vestige of former radiant glory prompted this prodigal son to be somber and brood perchance never to set my eyes, whereat no artisan gentrified abode of vested gentry   thus, debilitating, hunkering, and landing plain trampled so much uniqueness expended viz zit by the hands of thine extraordinarily dexterous hands of me papa,   who spent immeasurable energy and countless precious blocks of time to gentrify, mend and rescue from natural degradation (whence thee bell tolled the hour   maws gouged gored a gaping hole from this fixer upper, the entire complex edifice Like fate of Humpty Dumpty did crumble and fall   vis a vis, our own Roman version Thence, my father removed a sign passersby (whether on foot or via auto de fe), would never know, nor glance to read   historical indication, viz the original occupants i.e. captain Leiper, and listed in registry steered his shipshape tract titled \"Glen Elm\", a vast vibrant 100 + green acres before dilapidated home   listlessly lumbered ponderously with nary hub buyer shaking hands at acceptable price thus, the sad outcome as indicated above mine dada did agreed on a deal with contractor,   who bought scrappy spit of land Acres bandied crumbs dealt enough finances \"bread\" hence (as explained)   by the end of November 2012 demolition crews bull dozed childhood crucible of memories without fail.