Lybia Tesserlata cheer your Aplomb
Though in fact your Act was meant for Defense
By feeding your Tenants each on their Comb
Then return your Shell by Deadly Cell's sense
Un-Surprising since Life on this Mattress
Blue and bleak as a Jungle should become
Given your Size versus Form in Distress
And sway your Foes to their Mouths become numb
And once the bubbles clear, might I suggest
To keep your Polyps for one more Function
When the Other comes, her *** swelled at Best
To win her Colours for Reproduction.
The Mum bless you be; Forever Instinct
Dear proud Inchordate; Forever Distinct.

What will it take just to format those Stars
When Wits un-matched end in Victory's Clash
Still, persake, place Enjoyment in those Wars
Which Admirers dwell; Then Illusions flash
That Castle, drawn, yet eager to withdraw
Still your patient Former will Advertise
As the Latter - frilled - take Flesh from the Saw
Placed Fingers for Fame; Then moot to Realise
Which how conserved is this Enlightenment
If Seven Youths stream for Eight Elders more
But, if pleased, make-do for Comfortiment
As Sympathies wise-up from avid Lore.
We can go on, since your Assets respond
Was simply a Myth; Like my Tones abscond.

Before this ardent Prank you consider
Concern your Senses on how they'll react
If, with Plomb expressed, breach this Barker
To demote his Heresy into Fact
Of course, seldom would we fancy such scene
And kiss Companion we will christen Hope
Which, by your Rights thereof, absorb such Mean
Then ferry those Weights as a New Year's Dope
It is a Being. Sentient as he
Whose Cuteness reimbursed his Nature make
Which, invest his uttermost Respect be
Will his Innocence and Comfort bespake.
Humour cures. In this Shaky World indeed
To sew its Scars; Promote Contempt at speed.

Yet still how the Mind would by Conscience clear
As Pickled Brains could those Sooted Clouds mop
If Facts extolled by such Roomed Degrees fear
The Elder-of-Age; Check deserve his Crop
That by addends of his Résumé, form
Match sordidly less to his Passion burn
And plomb much Skin; Past Generation's norm
Make less easy for Child Labours in-turn
Unless hammered - again - wax this *** Refuse
To sacrifice your Male for Image spent
Soon Locks will rust; In best Demand abuse
By plucking the Peacock's Magnificence.
Can you Comprehend? This Well-Minted Voice
Ask for Pile's Honest; Beg for your Fine Choice.

Strive that you Love her. And perhaps you do
Post juggering Flashes your Heart does beat
Re-Live to Celebrate in Joy review
Her Name so Tender your Shy Mouth repeat
For such your Wage for Honoured Labels earn
In cast with Five Crossed Pundits of the Muse
With their Invite does qualify your Turn
To ****** their Suns; Yet sustain your refuse
Which un-certain as why to scratch my head
If with your Benefits make you Deserve
This mostly will Bow; And the World condescend
To the Heartiest Tale we should have heard.
But still your Locks possessed your heart must Drink
Invest for the Few; If Opened will Sink.

Yes. He is Right. The ****** of the Foot
To clear your Cache from Un-Licensed Folly
For Season's Head be his; Though top his Cute
Keeps his Shirt within his Testimony
And why so, we ask? Though Shine's Tempting Phase
Smiles her Invitation for your Accord
Considering - your Ripened Fruit will taste
Sweetness from the Flesh; Sour from the Word
Yet till when must these Base Tenses beware
Task our Wild Syllables from Preconcept
If with Fingers shutter those who would dare
To **** your Virtue with such Misconcept.
Power to the Ball. The Kingdom God's Sport
As most Dippers fare a better Consort.

Then in your mind those Back-Up Clouds conjure
Beneath those Raisins on what to do next
And overhead - the Gold State's Hand demure
Filming your Profile in place of Context
It simply cringed since her Rich Stem exclude
Far beyond sight on how she must obey
Yet on your Screen - HER - on how she'll include
Song or Sanity to rev-up the Day
Remember. Please. These People of the Board
Place Fashion on such High-Stroked Chins alike
Such Fresh Flesh for Sale; Yet ready for hoard
Approved their Culture as a Rage-on-Height.
She has your Access. Though miles from the South
Beckons her Will by the flick of your mouth.