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.