Some, not all, ask for Reference to speak
All, but some, frisk for Pertinence to leak
Yet in your Portrait such Dignity will seek
Adam's Fresh Peel lay bounty for his Eve
If I could guess - your best trial for Art
Which I suppose should renew their Souls click
If such - no doubt - keep your Dimples at heart
Then crease your Buttons for Sun-Babes to lick
After all, this Journal of Good Repute
Offer these Motifs to season the Man
Flexed or Fixed - let your Acrobats compute
To be at your Prime as Fine as you can.
And as I recall, your Tanned Friend deserves
A Place in such Spot; Though prone to Conserves.

This Saltimost Gunk your Innocence bade
Hoping your Fresh Field would spare its Effect
Yet this, my Friend, must Tradition be made
For children's giggles their smiles circumspect
Such is Culture. As such your hands take part
To plead their foresights for Fantasy refresh
Shall you permit these Addles of the Heart
If for the ****-Tube their Malice enmesh
Of course, not all. Yet their Tridents stay sharp
Somehow by flickered minds dry-out their Will
Though others, by ditto, pluck-out your Harp
Anything to sate their Loneliness, still.
Tasty, is it not? On your First Day's visit
As the Red Blimp lands on your palms explicit.

"Dive it like Daley!" So the New Slogan says
Apart from those Spots our Humble begs store
Which the Sea-Monkey shrieks; Yet grew-up instead
And stripped the saviour ready for a Scourge
So it Happens. Now. This Charming Event
Will hasten your Assets to these Stripes excite
Who, by Fanfare, would exploit your Consent
And ply Definition your Body incite
Unless, if Eared, like the Senior Mundial
Whose Seasoned Soles kept the Ground with his Wife
Such Concept is Flesh; If well-read withal
Know which Fermented Tombs threaten your Life.
If that Portal you choose, and chose convict
Leave the Flag un-furled; With your Brow restrict.

For whose License must your Coppered Mouth sing
Which the Lamb and the Owl compose for you
This - define such Friend - thumb your nickered strings,
Then delve Innocence perform those Tidbits true
Perhaps my Finger - or Eye then about
Point to where your Righteous Heart should belong
As you praise your Job; Past Excellence stout
Play your Hidden Muse in search for a Song
Which Customers, their likely Music spell
Helled or Heavened Clefs you both pacify
That this Foundry should acclaim Managers well
As their War-Torn Throats win your satisfy.
Still it was just a Day; As such Day did pass
Back to your Reward; And Reward it was.

Plomb this Hand to stamp Cotton to your Name
Is a Task too daunting for me to assume
Though embed, plast Sentiments to your Fame
Will allow the Charmer to bleed your Perfume
And why now? Ask this Soiled Agent bereft
Pleading when he is qualified to kiss
At least in-tune, break-saddle for such Theft
Sipping your Smile as he conquers your Bliss
But you type on - Busy - less a Bee's Stock
Yet ardent be the Pleasures you relay
When - snipping the Eight - rest-easy for Lock
Bid your Moment's hurry to cheer your day.
Yet such Smile remains. Which your Elder missed
Interprets a Choice; Yet a Choice sans Risk.

Life, as with all Beings impregnated
Hamper these Virtues for those Teens delayed
To which we remind; In Growth compensated
Handy-Spread Vices from Feelings displayed
Perhaps from which - shun such Bloke-Haste Advice
Having spoiled these Inner Credentials since
What-Not? What-For? Skin that Crumpy Device -
Cross-dress Cat's Tannery to Barrows hence:
What this means - Sentinels - or Football-Humps
Even with Morals does enrich the Need
To hear a Lumper; Then post-date with mumps
Part-and-Parcel take Learning from a Seed.
This, after all, your Labels from Friends fear
Fortify your Codes; To Values they hear.

You O Lovely Fingers wont disappoint
Press-Brand for Chocolate your Face enjoys
I recall these Roses; Such Heart anoint
Though sincere my Friendship less a Real Boy
At least by Theme my Good Sense offers Cheer
Grateful such Sweet Reserve took my Notice
Though apart - my Pink Uniform arrear
Lowered your eyes from Expectation's complice
Yet - if by Soul or Spirit must I Sing
Which soon your Honest Clocks will reap your Love
Less auxes and call-works; Haply I ring
Wear this Headset; Connect his Kisses above.
Till then - my eyes - must genuflect your Cause
Stern an Agent's Wear; Soft a Woman's Gauze.