Lovely Sweet Caroline. In your Best Beige
Harness the Enduring Secret we should Know
Of your Fortitude cross-tied with his Gauge
Allowed most his Fancies to seep and grow
A-like, then, your Signed Lady become
Must by his Ring he forged to Interpret
Or forbid Translate; As Un-Bolted Doors some
Do keep the Honour of his Safe Concept
I bind this Ruse - thinking his Business owned
As far my Watcher's Eye opens to Threat
Would crumple Hearts en masse; Thus Speech be downed
And induce Promotion his Crumbs to forget.
Then let such Sizzling Smiles breed with you Two
Once all Storms subside and Red Skies turn Blue.

Merry dear Dad his Inner Kevlar endure
And allow my Years to promote his Prove
For Right-Side's Heal let his Honour be Pure
And mirror the Big Hand in Sky's Glory
For if it be this Son, sullen by Age
Of Desert Years twice-score he should Wander
Would share his Bread; To patient Sky quench Rage
And emulate our Saviour's Mercy ponder
Yet you. Still you. Be my Foundation's Best
Apart from Powers I could Un-Concieve
That Feigned but Guiding Hand; With all Lime's Zest
Harness it ever from Sugars too Sweet.
And yes, dear Dad; The Five-Pronged Bot did die
Yet withered their Ghosts to greet your Day by.

That I may wean Calliope's Time recall
Which in your Motives prove a Great Invite
With Deadening Memes praise our Dying Fall
And permit to draft our Scriptures incite
Yet how must these Stars let our Sages be
Then spice Darling Life Base Men endeavour?
Such - the Crumpted Art - though Ages percieve
Mothered our Values most take to Fetter?
God's Fire does Mend; As Proofed Stories say
Though Mint Investments became a Lost Cause
Yet to Win Hearts; Then Transform Someone's day
Was that same Fuel made Souls to Un-Pause.
Star-Spangled Angler, if my Verse un-impress
The least I Tried my Support will digress.

On Thousands squared add Tens then Sevens score
Will the Curry-World know what City's Fruit crave
Again-and-Again their Mint Hands adore
Thus clean the River's Edge for their Bright Knave
This all I know. Let your Charm do the rest
Far beyond Bloated your Experience spare
Where Mongers conjure; And Living Stunts test
The Juice such Plum flavours most Fingers there
The Artist speaks. Yet not from my Groaned Hand
Bejewelled by Bullies for my own East
Though Offers apply; Yet apply on Sand
Will browse Sentiments at the very least.
So the Poets live. By Paints and Notes dare
Till then, Flesh-Poet, my Heart sees you there.

As soon as this Templing Fortitude built
Then rid your Ghost from this Heartened Journey
Cast my Ring to Die; From Magma has Smelt
Once hopeful Anvil hammered on Blarney
The News indeed True. If Rumours conceive
One from your heart led much Secrets adhere
Have our Tongues paid for Lies and Coterie
To issue Swelled Bonds of Pain so severe
PIE and PI - yes - add these Fortiments add
Then power your Fumes for Others to choose
But un-tie Tradition; As Jack's Weaning sad
Framed him the Blamer for Peppers you rue.
So would it make sense your Person I pry
And Cast your Kingdom for your Mental's Fly?

Qwerty how your Current Species must thrive
Of Decade-Space-Nine-Precede-Units-Three
Till this Decantery states his Arrive
And spreads his Menu on how to be Free
Or LIVE! Whichever Road suits your Best Spice
After all, Sharks-on-Ribbons you abhor
Yet must not come to you as a Surprise
For Mum and her Nudgies push your own Fore
Yet Understand: Such Meaning dispossessed
Take Growing Values your Difference prone
And if you Comply, least your Arbor stressed
Partake your Conscience then leave you Alone.
And alone as well till my Fuels have Spent
Then search for Another less your Consent.

That Ladies compound such Prime Beauty's Field
As Aramaic known one Pure Language be
So would I jest to your Harmless Conceal
And Mark our Saviour with such Blasphemy
Yet through His Cross beg this Honourable Save
Though by the Wheel my Allegiance despite
His Universal Hand; Blow kisses to your knave
Then her Just Hugs cause Rebellion incite
And now? If that Editor shall you Heed
And ferment every Nuggish Word he writes
Would we say ******; As Osama indeed
Laughed his Grand Project of Onerous Sprites.
Still my Heart plants; Yet blast those Berry-Boons
Too seeded for my Taste though fit for Raccoons.

It's not by the Eye the Silver Screen spells
Though hone your Body should Credentials meet
Some will Mentor; The Rest maintain your Cells
Which soon must Dance to Fine Arts on the Street
So what if, Athlete? Those Dimensions bound
Square their Markets for your Vessels expose
And if Succeed - a Slave's god be your sound,
Exchange your Musk for their Bidding's propose
It all depends. If Good Company keep
Though keen your Conduct must always rely
The ****** could be; Bound to Vices seep
****** bladed Virtues to never say die.
On my Skin, if the Sage's Path I chose
My Guilt slit my Scars; Then Shame me although.

By whom, strike Courage, does infect the Louse
Whose ominous Trails let ****** Thoughts to bleed
Then the Female - whose Nickels cost the House
Let wounding Heresy spore Thumbs to speed
Maybe my words be Words permit bequeath
Append your Permission my Heart pretends
Else voice this Rebel; Be Rebel's own beneath
Harm my Efficancy will purse Contends
Though pause the Bitter Pill invite to swallow
Only through your Certificate spot this Call
Yet by Wisdom-Tooth's share spare this Sparrow
Knowing, by Mammon, Like-Hands do appall.
So her Perfume - inspire for your Date
Absorb her Womb's Treasures though none too late.

This Eminent Night paste your Birthday Bed
And once beyond the Lines did Celebrate
Which soon enough most Leavened Hands instead
Cry for your Return-on-Turnips belate
Yet come these Savours invite your Prunes wash
As far-fetched Dames sowed Yeast to spice their Grin
Hoping to raise each their Best Flavours cast
All the whilst One already placed therein
Which in her Form - her Greatest Gift offer -
Of her Warmth wrapped your Little Man hugs neat
And in her Jump - Nerves blew your Mind asunder,
Back-and-Forth rub this Hour's Hormones repeat.
Still the Candles blew; Ignored the Musky Air
Which both Cherries broke; As Predicted there.

By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline
Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair
Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine
Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware
That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse,
Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride
To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue
To preach Sane Messages others will Find
Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong,
Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved
If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng
And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency.
For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age
Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.

If it be that Scribbling you recommend,
That Tug which based Best Masculine subscribe
Far from Recall I chose to comprehend
Your Dew-Shaped Image on that Train you ride
Perhaps a Bore? Or some Leisure intent
Wound dear Jack's Art for Snow-Flake's decency
And soon you Slumber; Whilst some Capture meant
The Holy Male betwixt Limbs may Fancy
Funny un-agreed, your Bewhistling Tune
Whatever your Issue my Tweets with her
Cast the Ghost's Slap-Face! My Frown be your Boon
When Filtered Friendships were what we confer!
Yet Hearing therein - of Ear's Hurt remain
A Mate's Sacred Whisper ignored in Pain.

Your Plans, my Follies to this Planned Event
Since your After-Victory bakes un-planned
To Note your Prayers for these Dames' consent
And the Serpent-God's Children sings at-hand
Now by this Bile - your Testosterone give
Demure the Elders by your Brighter Pew
Appears to Reason; Their Sweetest Seeds live
Only for such Store display for a Few
Yet the Frost you owned took plague by your face
Shows a lot how Open your Doors could be
Though ATTITUDE - the Goblin of Disgrace
Makes all the Difference which most could see.
Your Goodness keep Faith; Your Prime Youth endorse
Niño to Señor: The New Driving Force.