A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte

specified such so as to issue a rhyme,

but proceeded as this scribe

didst git linkedin with the cutting crew,
mow or less feeling grassy us,
yet not the least whirlwind will offset
my b52 coiffed Hair style,

or hirsute shellacked beehive type do
the idler wheel is wiser than the driver

of the screw and whipping cords

will serve you more than ropes will ever do.

No matter from what literary website,
an unsuspecting reader will accidentally
stumble upon a ewe
fo' mystic impression

wilt shame burr lean ache
shift shape about myself

some accurate ledge
gin dairy cowed horsesense

about me will ensue,

especially if I sheepishly admitted,

this beastie back street

 

boyz to men iz a genuine foo

fighter toward this former
stone temple pilot, wildly whizzing,

gurgling in age inappropriate burbling,

dribbling, flickr ring for a goo goo

doll to dare buffer end me,

hub bee of piggish,

ham handed, bay kin a poetic slop hoo

might at this juncture
succinctly cease reading

 

prior to putting

finishing touches on ma igloo,

when the remaining

portion of this dippy goofy,
slippery when whet,

trippy treacle G.I. Jew,

who would, more aptly

coon sitter himself hub

horn hug ken atheist, boot knew

not a whit about Judaism,

 

nor any other belief paradigm,

yet does get fixated

(usually in the loo)

about philosophical ideas,

which yet to be revealed

abstract notion came to me

while enjoying a plateful of moo

goo gai pan, plus other Chinese food
(a favorite cuisine),

now aye will try to new

 

dill back to the initial pretext

found me drawing blanks

(no not shooting) – ooh
aah, this theme

within guttersnipe noggin
more difficult to codify
than one who whiz

constipated and try'n might
damn hard tip poo

anyway, the general premise

alighted, and fired

mine gray matter cause
major cerebrum perilous jam up
with sudden crackling

star bursts forced
great mind over matter

to set brainy bedlam

in an organized queue

so while attention of yours

might be moderately rapt, this rue

 

stirring, hen pecked spouse

best stop digitally squawking sew

the ethereal essence can beak cox comb

brought to cypher awareness too

and in a figurative nutshell,

when doth a wordsmith

know when to quit,

or tubby pointed rhetorical question -

at what juncture does any artisan

more prolific than yours truly

 

reckon that his/her

faux matted masterpiece

can no longer be perfected?,

cuz further ridiculous tampering,

to Potschke, or play footsie,

would induce dedicated followers of mine

to undergo severe urge to wanna spit

or throw FAKE nipples,

subsequently they would feel tit

till late head, find this schlemiel

to end this plotz to whit!

 

FINIS.