probably inspired by a book review
   that's the way it crumbles -
about the invasion of americanism
                   on the goo'     'ol
                                           englanddd...
        gender neutral: i / you.
    hyper gender?
                 the pronoun it
       elevated to the status of noun...
and a mini crammed with 15 clowns,
all staring at you spooky
               when clamouring out of
the dwarf car...
                        seemingly clautrophobia
wasn't an issue...
                    but one of the clowns farted
and that was the limit the 14 could take.
      so, as an oddity...
   a latvian tennis player won
the french open's final in the female
category...
             on point:
   and given the kissing borders:
        latvia (łotwa)      
    (you can add the v if you want
                               to replace the woo-woo) -
           and...
       lithuania        (litwa) (lee-t-vah)      ו‎ .
                  va-va-va-               -shroom!
and there's the mad serpent,
     slapping itself against a clenched array
of teeth... to the point where you kind of
     imitate
     an epileptic fluttering of your eyelids...
  ah... but only if you know how to
              trill   the  R;
no, we don't need phlegmatic
           harking french R,
or the english dentistry's anaesthetic
                                          numb R...
     no thank you: there's no:
                           to trill, or to not trill(?)
here.