These Tonka Beans sort as Forbidden Lick
Chop into Two for its Bright Brown display
To Spice your Flesh; Or Spot your Virtue nick
Else promote the Brioche your Flavour's way
Perhaps instead I'll savour its Perfume
Then bet on my Lassie's Amourous Dance
Till her Corsette twists; Then her Bust resume
With such bloat her Succulent Mounds enhance
Ah! If my Wages fare me much Afford
Would deeply Relieve me of some Hunger
Be it Mouth or Groin; A Value concord
Tear my Desert Robes and Sink me asunder.
Alas! Beaten first by the Sun King's make
Ground into Powder; Then mix into Cake.

Stopper allsh Chub forsh shrame Good Chinwag, yah?
Arsh sieve Combatibles posh Boys bare playe
Shaye, yay Share! Bar score thore Pieces me - bah!
Mayse Lion bare thine; Yare Deer-Berry splaye
Wot cot Beagle-Risen thorse Polliwog
Spout Arms dash Legs arsh instant forsh shore Sport
Water-Rouse, rebound! Spare Skin-Sherry shogg
Staple coach-wires faye John Tom's Report
Behave, tharne! Parallipparel Shape conduct
Pour-Pore noodlesee Six-Squares shrub contesse
Mare beere yorsh Chest torso-avenue locke
Reprodpress marsh baye Bub-Peppers finesse.
Staye-upon-staye bore thoose talkitook borough
Boy-ish-Boy-font-fare-Potiphar-although.

I should heed the Wild Warning posted since
That which those picknicked Sponsors egg so grave
As you - Sturdy **** - hem the River-Prince
And Sport his Leisure to uphold so Brave
This Friend I see - with Investitude born
Whose Alliance he knew be owned with Tact
For the Son's own Good; To clamour the Morn
And take his Rightful Inheritance back
That in Post-Episodes we Realise
To the Common Ground beheld our Intent
Our own Softened Forces we Advertise
With his Stars flare brighter by his Consent.
All the whilst, bend your Muscles in the Gym
To feel Refreshed; In accordance of him.

Your Flesh be Verse; And Verse such Sacred Hymn
Make less Errors to our Enduring Chant
At least in her House; Behonour the Plym,
A Shrine to Sacred Masculine's Romance
Which is why, should Family Codes must Heed
And keep Tradition on its Darling Trend
Will please the Patriarch; And out of Need
Spread your Print to Generation's End
To which I request in Respect-of-Doubt
That of your Leather please Decline to Sell
For your Light's Sake; And Innocence abound
To scrape that Dust off your Candle be Well.
Then your Babes appreciate Such in you
The Adhesive Partner; A Friend as Glue.

Ah, that your Flesh be that Smooth Leather pierce
Pricked by Needles on the Sands of Dubai
As the Blue Giant hovers; And shakes your Fears
From the White Winged Djinn hovering on high
He wants your Temple; Such Beauty obssessed
That even in his Realm his Kind turns Green
On how such Coil as you - Divine possessed -
Which to Retirements abhor the Mean
Which Font, then, must your Alphabet construct
Something which verily made to Run and Blow
So you lie down; And flash the Comfortiduct -
That same Pronged Victory we all should know.
After all, long have we Enjoyed such Bulge
Of Eight Metres spread; Less Five Inches indulge.

Upon this Night where my Feelings soaked late
I took the Charmer to mix his Best Brew
Then by his Good Stamps breathed out my Good State
And cleaned my Pages for Verses renew
Fancy how the French and Magician meet
To conjure this Milestone we call a Store
From a Savvie's Sip - to a Mystic's Beat
And blow this Spell for us to come for more
Not that Everyday's a Fair-Feathered Wand
Or Tomes which avid Legerdemains seek
But that same Old Brew - made New by his Hand
And channelled the Mist which makes it Unique.
Breathe those Spirits - to where Hip Youngsters go
I toast my Cup - to that Song playing now.

Nary a Pence or a Finger across
Shall breach your Fine Dogs to communicate
Even your Frog - with its Webbed Feet emboss
Finds it easy your Dives to replicate
That which - if analysed - makes you Mundane
Par-Level with those admit to Conceit
Yet - breathe deeper - such Act parleys to Bane
Browning our Hearts to this needed Deceit
Sighs! Either whose Mouth this Meaning depend
Be the Cockhold Male or Gorgeous Female
We all could guess - whose Tweet you will re-send,
Whose Days would Season or whose Hours go Stale.
Fancy this Talent, shall Mercy redeem
Spread your Neighbourhood; And all that it seems.

Mayon Volcano of our Nation's Pride
Sleek be your Shape on our Motherland's Back
Surrounding Spices, your Flaming Rage hide
Which Form to take our Economy lack
So you decide to Chill; And leave a Bruise
That from Bathala's Favour reaped your Skin
And Kiss the Nimbus pour her Tears a-new
Whose Lost Love's Folly besought from Within
Then why Cagsawa, her Arm does extend
Ringing her Bell despite the Missing Pall
Meant her Heart Forever; Love without End
Her Chorus buried as if there at all.
She bids her Wave, as Albayenos notice
That Spark from your Mouth; Kindle her Precipice.

This be the Final Day I shake your Hand
Then meet the Calmer Diplomat you brought
To just Reach Out; And try to Understand
How my Skills for Finer Efforts have wrought
Though, as Proofed, are Numbers you would Believe
So ask my Higher Boss which Plan I'll take
Will constrict my Leisures; As many percieve
The Bull-Horned Adviser my Peers forsake
So that if my Laboured Spirits be Tamed
And share to your Better Business allot
Will sharpen my Picture; Then Talents famed
Behind the Blue Eagle's Black Eggs forgot.
That Excelled you are, as Cell's Values come
Would make my Mark; As the Best Agent done.

The Camargue River Delta does bleed
South of Libertie's Crimson Trident Tongue
Reaching out to all those Fishes in-need
Though absent they are as Toxined become
Maybe Moses his Conjured Plague forgot
This Harrowing Effect crept from the Nile
Much of Life's Salted Earth; And Reeds begot
Purchase those Benefits and heal the Bile
Yet many these avid Tourists attract
How their Lives by Essense would oxidise
Thus cause such Colour; And reveal the Fact
Their Crypted Emotions must Realise.
Still those Tiny Feet run; And cheer the Sea
Touch Sole-to-Sole; And dissolve their Plights be.

It still takes me awhilst to Sense your Name
With such Plus-Speeches curry to a Song
Yet ask if I - stopper the Current - same,
I wonder how many Words will last for long
Or Syllables, in your own Hands depend
With Numbered Cycles ask Keys for those Locks
Perhaps we Run - and Combination amend
Or affix those Cargoes left at the Docks
Demand it so, or leave a Martyr's Plaque
Which at Risk shed the Janner's Blood portend
Else dull the Banker; Then add his Funds lack
To decode his Wealth so long been Content.
Merry-be-Jolly, which Virtue discerns
The Olive still Grows; The Student still Learns.

Hello, Funkey Monkey! Your Orange Arms hang
And Bless those Pea-Eyes your Master do Witness
What Pursed Lips you saw; Or Mellow-Hands rang
For his Sick Clients or Friends with Kisses
My Business, it's not! Though comfy your Place
To chronicle such Pampered Events enjoy
Whispering his name; Beg caress to his face
And Sweet-Marks smear Spices plug to this Boy
Gambled are you to which many Girls sing
On his Rehearsals too fawned for him to Post
We can only guess what Stipend he'll bring
Or the next Meme he'll Admire the most.
Cheers, Oscar Bear. And bring your New Friend
To brief his Rumours; Whose Mood you'll depend.

It seems that each time I climb my own Pulpit
Hoping with my Values you could soon know
These Arrows stab me; Some ***** my habit
Whilst others painfully stub my Big Toe
I suppose, that even if I Intercede
Which by the way un-crossed from my Contract
Would such Fence stand still; Yet I supercede
Beyond my Instructions I would extract
Apart from your Blood. Yet such Energy bleed
Checking my Virtues to your Good Effect
If at least Fail my own Ripe Moral's need
Must then tune your Future to your best Aspect.
Though Foreign am I, my Message give Hope
Could your Heart brush Wax; And your Mind feign Dope.