There is more to that Noble Glass, my Son
More than which your given Condiments look
To comb your Grass; Handsome as it becomes
Breathes Great Sentiment for such Verse it took
And make it so, beyond your harlemed day
As Choco-Milked Skin indeed a Good Thing
Just sprinkle yourself in your own Cool Way
Then you will notice how loud be your Grin
That indeed, a Smile: An Act which quells Wars
Which many Heroes soon reward for you;
Extend your Spirit which will soak the Stars
Who'll sing for your Confidence good and true.
Not just Parents Proud, but your Friends as well
Pray for many Girls your Young Earth will sell.

That which a Leaf, or a Despondent Rat
Assign either their Density approve
Sells me to pick the Sensible there-at
And shrug my Errors by Trial conclude
Again-and-again, un-bolt such License
Ask which Tail the Donkey's Contest revise
Though tripped in my pawned recorder for sense
Will cause the Programmer to advertise
If at all, at least, make Peace with your Lot
Deny such Reality with a Coin
And place your Savings more Worthy forgot
And leave your Animals struggle your Point.
Useless then, which Being merits the Scale
If your Weight pre-noted and Charms avail.

Think, Still Uncle, your Professor's Stone served
Apart which the Heart becheckers the Mind
Bid Desperation; Turns Milk into Curd
And churn the Cereal I must leave behind
Really now? Must I consume your Day's taste
And bake my Passion for Elder's submit
Traipsed by your Lamb; Yet the Owl saturate
Perching its claws by your shoulder remit
Thus, an Eighteen's Bag I wear. Twice reveal
Four Generations of the Same Old Rhyme
Which an added Three confirms what I feel
Thus winning the Contest of your Design.
Feel, Smoked Poet. To digest what he speaks
From Puritan despite; Great Sense he reeks.

This Time. Now. Where the Monuments will speak
The Prince of the North cheers the Dame on her Guild
That at last would their worth-bound Souls will keep
Fifty-Starred Trials wipe this Cankerous Field
Happy beseech, clime this Eloquent News
Her Skill with Striped Sorority will merge
Towards append - prim Victory ensue
Then their braised party for Red Cups will splurge
For now. The Board. Make focus on her Craft
Point the Latin Consulate with reprieve
Evermore. Support. Bless this penchant Draft
Pawn bets by Prayers; As what you believe.
So the Dove perches. Its beak drops a Pence
Which slots your Alarm; Then improves you hence.

Agreed with the Fact yet set to annoy
Which the Divers-of-Cathay had to Boast
And parallel his habits mark your ploy
Knowing well it has never been your Toast
So we shield the Mum; And back her Reason
Blessed be her Task for Correctness wont
Of twine Cultures each worn to their Season
With each their own Technique to Fame become
That this Plait your own; And stunned to amend
Insured of the Prime and Perfect Design
For Videos and Lights, void such Practice spend
Eager to promote the Youth which is thine.
That Youth the very Fragile Vase and Form
Sense these Vibrations then summon the Storm.

Often by Stop-Signs are our Programs fed
And now this News which caused our Hearts to Break
To chase the Deer aware of your Event
Up-Turn the based Barge; And shattered your sake
With that we loyal Cousins our arms Up-Lift
Plead with His Providence we call the Lord
Whose Throne seeds Evidence by Mercy's Gift
Ask, then beseech His Divine Healing Word
In the meantime, Faith we subscribe and wait
At least gladdened maintain your lively Chi
Which soon, the Eightie's Tribe secures your fate
And restore the Cat-Loved Actor that be.
We'll sit by the bench. And allow your rest
By the next Tinsel's Month return at your Best.

The Golden Boy on the Tube, from his dolt
Spiked his Presentation in fervent bear
Meaning well, his bold and corned Mouth would bolt
Approximate garments his Tongue did wear
Knowing this, only his choicest words decide
Cautious enough to maintain your Good Grade
Like this Poet - less Skeletons to hide
Yet eager to brush his lively Cats fade
Feign him then. If he capsulates the False
Though firm in my own review I could doubt
Spring mountains, stones...Much anything at all
Reap his Harvest made humbled as about.
Tell him then. His ears should coral up-front
To sip your Tears; His Feathered Friendship wont.

Certain with doubt for this Literature wound
To caress the Ox his Support provide
Then mark your Jack place his Proud Pole in boon
Strike exactly that very Theme confide
And so why frown the Porter by his Pen
When even he of Liberty takes Control
For all Benefits - yours and theirs till then
Live flowingly your Even Life install
You deserve this. Since seven counts twice six
All which Words its Heartened Senses will give
Many dissect; According to their Fix
Yet in Common apply for how they Live.
All that Matters, is that you are Aware
Which Side is which; And which Angle you care.

Suave, Brave Knight! Lad's Sun lifted from the Kings
Fast-prone be-take adjust to your Bold's End
Or Barker, at least which your Macho sings
Tug-post the Ladies grieve their Virtues spend
Shall I sift your Flour? Else compile your own
Fold and Stir beneath such Dough's Lot about
Or whistle the Dogs; Howl their Silence blown
Feed-off the Bones which cannot live without
Yet somehow, still, restrict Themes to discuss
Purse through Wares involved then reveal his ***
Might as well, be Everyone's Chains concussed
Absorb his Wrongs; Then divert his own Hex.
Makes un-sense, doesn't it? Such as your mind
The Swan's Install; Of Verbs perverted find.

Somber at ease flip these Nasty Bumps
Pock your attempt to the Artist's Sphere invade
Enriched you are; Would circle-fold your lumps
Ask for abstinence and friendships evade
Power to you, transpose another Elf
Make renaissance to your just-hidden craft
Which mentioned, at three-digits-four by self
Enhance her Feelings more suited to draft
Spice, the Lady's palette. Just like the Man
Exploit his gutted weakness satisfy
You know your parts; Lay ingredients you can
More of your Flair and less of salsify.
To know one's Zest, the Taster Bud's enrump
An Open Womb; Or bid each other up.

Seven Scythed Fathers split this Growing Bond
Yet befriended by Common Dives respect
For Growth the Appled Fortunates abscond
And reap your Good Harvest in circumspect
Such Loyalty though Honest in its brew
Hoping for his time may notice and drink
I in my Honour base mixtures in stew
Never up-polled to what he may re-think
Bless, specially, the Welsh in Cat's Charm
And slap my Donkey to walk-up and run
I found the Barter; Whose tweet's harness farm
Smiles of the Tanner and revive his fun.
Although, it would be nice to just confess
And sharpen your Profile to know at best.

By now this Parable your Mind compels
At Arm's Point shift Targets your Heart's pursuit
Retrieve Correction; And a Soul which sells
A ****** whose Career begs his Debut
I'll leave it at that, your Frost-Fingered Friend
***** your Sphere to whose Raged Interest provide
And Ricin - the Elder's Pleading Tongue - rend
Hapless Wordings for your Sapling confide
Still, at this Level of your Tender Waves
Bring Olives made tasty for you to swallow
Just leave the Credit for your thoughts and saves
And let Inspiration plead you follow.
Put it down. Twenty Voices already cried
To carry their Lives; Of Illness has died.

What to cook, or which ingredients to add...
Hmm. Consult your two Sisters if I may suggest
But knowing you, of Health and Taste be glad
A Masterpiece birthed; Or a Monster at-less
Then again, this Creamy Gift you encrypt
Smothered by the Blue Dragon on-demand
With Reason heartfelt for her Smiles uplift
Signed her Approval by holding your hand
Of course, there's Dessert. The Prime of the Day
Best from your Show's stress to Service relieve
A taste from your Earth; With Sweetness the Way
Led her Heart for Triumph she will believe.
This is your Clue. An Opportunity last
To Suckle the Babe; And Mature it fast.