zilch = the current net result dabbling with said medium
which upside per literary skill
allows, enables and provides
a golden opportunity
to write my own nonestablishmentarian epitaph.
Head Over Heals With Heartfelt Euphoria
Though gleeful at assiduous followers
(one attractive babe, who responds
nearly instantaneously per my posts)–
noun heed to make a non verb bull ass
of mice elf just as the fisherman
gets along swimmingly catching bass
the empty Lenovo screen
serves this scrivener as his canvas
please dune hot coon sitter me
filled with nothing but gas,
and hot air, cuz
ah n’er expected avid fans -
at least one fetching lass,
who (if insight on target)
finds tha peon hiss ova this older gentleman
tingling while en nah mass
asthma whole being electrified,
which sensation will not pass
and tremble a trifle by attempting
to communicate in poetic code
aesthetically captivating
enchanting gals unsure if I goad
dissolution of an online fanciful
yearning to befriend via mode
dis operandi vis a vis trying
to cap cha feeling without node
fizzling, sputtering thence,
extinguishing itself, though this road
not take may spell a mutually
positive rapport – no worry, this toad
refrain asking for a kiss,
which would prompt ye
to reply frog get it buster
or perhaps cease invisibly
tracking mine whereabouts while unlike Custer
(General George Armstrong),
that Civil War swaggering braggadocio muster
viz that Battle of Little Big Horn,
though a salient lurch by Native Americans
their utter demise, extinction,
and yes…genocide a blot as if cans
of inexpugnable dyestuff
displeases this student of history and fans
the flames of such passion
(as well as infatuation with words) intrans
sit while astride this oblate spheroid
re: planet earth flush wish LANS
to connect people across
globe asper World Wide Web and spans
cosmos countless light years distant,
this awesome tele
porting bits of electrical signals astounds me,
and allows ad vans
his to curry familiarization
with such an alluring word smith…aye
wonder if this expostulation
might set thyself in a fools paradise with bye
dude forfeiting further exchanges –
thus the ILOVEWORDS smote this guy
and takes a risk to expand
realm of interacting – your choice hie
accept, but a giddiness washes
over this mortal – no fabrication nor lie
though tis wise to avoid continuing
to pester – and find my
self banned from this website
all because a pleasing gal well nigh
insinuated herself (whether
purposefully or otherwise) –
so now hand ply
me thru the cyber sea back
to thine bastion of land,
the house of Pooh's corner, and glow with effort to try
my utmost effort to downplay great expectations,
but…yukon text or send an email.
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Author:
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- Published: November 18th, 2017 19:53
- Category: Love
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