Understandable dear reader,
how this scribe bull lime
me bloke omitted mention of
one bedroom flat as
reason nigh rote this rhyme
Ma faux pas faw axe pseudo dent lee
home hitting minor specific
detail, minor crime
asper that subject, sans
inspection against gritty grime,
and issuing citation
if ***** sundry safety
transgressions heron hot in Prime
tip top order, whence
(looming appointed date
management undertakes
requisite edifice complex inspection
unwittingly doth find
mine anxiety increasing ferret time
at Highland Manor
Apartments twill make
their nada so merry go rounds!)
Dum...dum...dum...dum...DUH -
anxiety shot thru stratosphere upon
good news notification aboot
a fortnight from this last
Friday of August tooth
house sand date teen,
rankling the body
electric sans this "FAKE" ole coot
which panic stricken state
(as iterated above),
where quiet listening affected
(with eyes shut wide)
Mozart's The Magic Flute
hearing such melodic notes
while lying sue
pine versus sitting
upon me comfort
ably numb glute
if attuned to said renown composer,
whose name familiar
'round the world wide web,
where his person posthumously
rings up substantial loot,
yet such rambling moot,
when priority must first
and foremost doth attend,
asper tidying up
apartment, cuz inspection
just around the bend
thus also a prayer would be
appreciated (by this atheist)
and/or juiced an email friend
e'en keeping limitation,
i.e. sharing trained,
unwavering, vaunted, wishing,
yearning for zesty gerund
forming relationship to
the maximum reciprocity,
thee world wide web doth lend
no...no...no...NOT focused
on anything greater,
than heartfelt succor, asper
tear riff hick
genuine fantastic Earthling
my darned cruel blimey
soc erratic angst to mend,
though married, tis
resplendent dear people
scattered far and wide
courtesy of the internet,
one can ride
upon the information
super highway with pride
minus prejudice and
trusty Google as guide,
perhaps...even fostering,
kickstarting, and ushering
online groom and/or bartered bride.