who doth like 2 gab a boot
i yam no goth thick ****** villain frum a no vile root
boot kin zee writer iz 4 re:al - here my hand there my lil shoot.
ma gray matter nada mess
of 50 shades of gray more o less
2 impress
than sentiments for female passion i metaphorically express.
this me stir wordsmith viz Bartleby the scrivener
wordsmith doth sit alone
playing knick knack paddy whack
please give this dorky, goofy,
loopy, moody, nerdy, quirky
n wordy proto simian artfully dodging
the erstwhile shadowy bogeyman
more'n a herring or sun bleached wish bone
communication skills daily he doth hone
awaiting 2 convey an auditory
familiar voice message on the telly phone.
i readily admit not 2 be a dusty huffing marathon man
using me phallus as a leg like runner
hoping said golem like creature will
(upon my stern request) stay
nor does this generic guy participate
in any competitive reindeer games nor sports
type son of a gunner
who knows life doth newt always go this way
which wood prompt to snag the eye
of one tiger esse to roar with a yay.
this self anointed beastie boy bard of schwenksville, penna lives
just a rolling stones away
from u2 and you know moody blue who
felt avaricious, chivalrous, efficacious,
impetuous, spontaneous view
especially with...a gal 4
ma doo *** motley crue
2 be earnest, frank and true
n would be ambitious 2 ply
my cognitive, furtive, intuitive
sans this salient knight thee ma sought
after queen kin ponder n rue
computer technical challenges
that might bring out bovine prompting a moo
maybe absorbing symbiotically genius abilities
from one imaginary asian figure named hu
or his identical twin brother mister ma goo.