Lovely does the Mum and Son's Image provide
As most Evenings cheer and beckon the Day
How your Tired Expenses shoulder her Bide,
Transform your Repute for a Holiday
Though this Moment my Frightened Father must
Aid his caused Liniments for Healing probe
Which you remind to love my own Love's least
As the Lifted Dad placed your Heart on-hold
Meanwhilst. Enjoy. As I consume the Brate
How Honoured and Proud your Prince-of-a-Son
As he to you. The Vessel of his Make
Offered his Generation's Time for your Fun.
You Deserve it. As all Maiden Names do
Though Heartened Secrets are what Defines you.

Even those Candles could no more Define
As what your Soldiers call your own Best Day
Where Valiance and Virtue steep on your Time
Then allow these Records to Sing on your Way
Which, despite, your Custom bid to Conserve
Though much of their Favours pray for his Skill
Must they sing - or dream - else wait for their Turn
If through the seine fish his own Heart to ****
Which is why, with you, must he Advertise
Your Solemn Attendance of Wild Youths meet
For Dames to know; And Fruits to Realise
His Exposed Temple un-sold on the Street.
Let your Feast rage on; Yet Folded Hands keep
When your Precious Gem his Reward will reap.

Hello, Lad. Months-by-Months your Frame stood last
Seemingly asking why I took to Stare
Earlier in White; Then later in Suave
Probobly asking why I must Compare
Yet shrug my Sides as I beg your Aplomb
As much as Bob's Uncle be so Polite
In fairness, Conscience reprieve this draft Comb
Hoping which Minted Dames nip you in-spite
Now that's Blokey! Ferment this Promised Man
Yet set your Seeded Expectations flow
Take it from me; Less Abrasions you can
And trust the Seasoned Youth in your arms Grow.
Well, be Well. To which I pray your Joy's Ripe
To weave your Dogs; And in design a Knight.

Youthful One, Blessed God's Fingered Hands Youth
How we met in this White Dimension fill
And read your Verses with Roads of Fine Truth
Does mend my Doubtful Moments for the ****
Such were the Visions imprinted at Hand
Which the Gun and the Weeper beg for Place
Yet *** these Minuses for Creation's land
Your Fashion by purpose ignites my face
Now, for your friend's Warring Moments let Balm
So your Connection induce their own Growth
Just let those same Verses promote their Calm
And see how long will Inspire their Worth.
Then she arrives. And your Gift no longer kept
To feed this Dying Earth after she wept.

One could Absorb your Stubborn Skies depend
Always in Place your Giggley Heart beseech
Though the News deny what we Comprehend
A Diversion cast her Arm within Reach
So who am I to blight these Palms interfere
Shake lots for Stones which analyse your Weight
And in her Notice lift Pebbles from Fear
To ensure both your Equal Tendons does freight
And just as well when your Timing will strike
Then purchase all your Experiences thereof
To lift this Altar; Rich in Offerings like
Then admit to her Moment's Heat so Soft.
I said I could. Though such Commitments break
If for the Mind my Week's Training forsake.

The Giant Hogweed of North Europe's Crest
Dress its Rowdy Poison to all save for Swine
And how Daring its pungent class Infect
To sever its Fruits from out of its Kind
Indeed, disappoint this Gardener throw
To add Collection as his Ornament
Now since Decree blast as a Pest it shows
Qualified its leaves as Combustiment
Did by Behaviour the Great Mother spare
Thorny Systems and Scales for Dignity?
How thoughtful. Which Gratitude must you bare
And decrease this silly Admosity.
In case you learned, the Maple State cried war
The death of your Species pray End by far.

I guess, within your Brand-of-Efforts brew
Stream-Soaked Ideals where Sentiments speak
Though occupied, replenish Thoughts a-new
Though Birthed in Praise; Simple your Tastes indeed
For one could pick your Choice of Hearts adore
Yet keep Investment to a Safe Degree
Given your Craft; With Statues plead for more
Wishing one Day those would shatter Free
I applaud you then; Valued by such Applause
As Smoother Humans bubble on the Rough
Regardless of Views; Such Malice bestraught
And let Three Sisters advise when enough.
Perhaps that would be the Theme of your Swine
To cushion Cravings; And comfort the Blind.