Only in Time mattered this Scroll shall Close
And finally Dot this Sought-Painful Book
On your Decide where your Heart will Emboss
That One Final Joy who'll Smoothen your Look
And by Golly how such Happiness fulfill
Clasping your hand under that Sanctified Dress
Then ****** those Groupies oft on their Will
Pray this Soft Tragedy in their Digress
So then - Creed or Race - Influence your Choice
For Mum and two happy Brothers expect
To carry their Blood; Which Blood be their Voice
To succumb Tradition by Circumspect.
Fourteen-Lined Girls cry; Yet cry in Best Cheer
Knowing such News be your Craving to hear.

Deuce Brother States, embrace your own Define
One which assigns your Profile to be Real
Another, by flip belongs to your Lime
Which in your Comfort does merrily Steal
Is this such Bulb, which you chose to Enjoy
Even though its Pockets carry a Plague
If, by Tempt's timing by reason deploy
Morning smoothes a Tan; Evening crumps an Ague
For a Coin as Janus begot is Enough
Even as it Matures your Chronology
Would better the Memoirs be Pure though Tough
Multiply this Peace your Anthology.
You're Ripe enough, at least in your own Crop
Whilst waiting for the Owl to perch its Drop.

If not with those Pennies insure the Prank
And take Profession from his Engineer
Replace his Dowry; His Welcome be Frank
For billowing Youths on his Life-Blown Steer
How unique then, your Generation's greet
Something which the Elders may not hold place
To bribe their Thumbs; Tens-by-Ten-Places meet
And pass his Tickets for your jolly face
But what squabble must this Ritual provide
Save that Ceremony which marks your Friend
To whose Toyish Moments breathe your Confide
By his Years consult your own Testament.
This was your Cue. To come out of your Shell
Free from your Chains; To those Vices be well.

As the Artichoke, succulent when raw
Add stunning Flavours when allowed to roast
Whose Heart, seeped Marrow richer my Tongue saw
Spells a better Taste when eaten the most
Yet in your School, Time has honoured your Bake
Which Rosencrantz and Guildenstern took Like
Seems so, for Tested Barrels be your Make
Cross that of Swollen Souls which took Excite
Such was your Work - your pink, spongy Brioche
Rowdily kempt though tempting to enjoy
Which they Both consume; Then reserve their Broth
Hoping some Dames would savour your Specialty.
And Savour indeed, I Hope in Expense
Till such Recipe goes beyond Intense.

The Philosopher-Dad told me once more
To prose Un-Condition with that of Fame
Or marry the Stars; Whose Lights seeped at Core
Bring those Cycles bound to Verses remain
It was, I admit, since a Decade been
For a ***** whose Hours prove your Good Truth
That despite those Slates - as Smooth should have been
Were our Terms writ; Be it Carnal or Couth
Sad. If such your Judgment our Virtues based
Though try as we must to Scribble the Heart
Which by Human consign our Charms defaced
And offer the Harlot to puncture your Part.
If we mean well, then by Lighthouse Respect
Take our Signals be; Without pre-aspect.

Soonafter post the Mandarin Event
When all Blimps had their respective Kids filled
Your Lads celebrate as a Member spent
And rinse whatever Slime they had distilled
Then your Head, turned to such Species galore
Jewelled with Contracts which fulfill your Age
Then you Heed - to Darling Trend after all
As most Males Come; And come employ the Rage
Why not? As your Prime and Flavoured Program
Enjoy the Spice which the Stars-and-Stripes feed
And with that - toss Inheritance by spam
Then dive to such Pool which most Females need.
Tether you hither, Testosterone boom
With Estrogen mix; Then announce your room.

Artists and Athletes to these Numbers bind
And no more could such Cross-Feelings exact
By Pen, Brush or Note we exploit the Mind
Through Land, Sea and Air you employ the Rack
Either way, our Skills classify the Mage
And Family the Unit must Magnify
Yet - as Bratty Ambition plagues our Cake
Such Blessed Market plomb your Qualify
What more have we got? Save our Printed Creeds
Compare those Olympians we can't compete
For Sponsors promote; And Patrons at-beads
Whether which Craft will Supply or Deplete.
It depends. Since Nativity-of-Space
Where all Lights are spread; Which most Fame is based.