Maiden. Lovely Humble displayed so far
And kept your ******-Cloth from Sharks despite
Witnessed his Meet - then Tweet his Time would Par
Hoping your Fine Reply would Glaze his Sight
Though in my Views by your Royalty known
From your Famed Elders mummed your Darling Head
Though many Tempters stake to have you Blown
Praised on your Decide for Common Life instead
Rather - the Keek - as Private Expressions flow
And caused your Degree of Healthy Fame renew
Snip-Videos swarm; Since caught his Eye behold,
If Open for your Sentiments be True.
Once more Un-Known my Pillared Hands can Spare
To Brand your Virtues if his Daring Hands fare.

Staring at Paper, await Words do Plead
Be Lyrics or Verses lend your Pure Voice
How oft your Prince kneel for her Heart indeed
Whenst all such time Light and Love be her Choice
You can hear her Giggles pepper the Air
Then beg the very Atmosphere you breathe
If take this Counsel of Time's Honest Fair
Your Breath fill her Months with Songs do repeat
Then your Metres run; Her Road kisses yours
Borne by the Well of that very same Draught
Though I think of Riches spent on your Course
Still the Valiance exhibit one you have Fought.
Still staring at Paper, plead my Muse come
Sipped my Ink dry with my Raisins un-done.

Loony-Toothed Blogger, your Trussled Pen spite
Save to spike such Heart plombed by Heresy
That Heresy be Truth pin proves Delight
Come Trenching Escapades grip his Fantasy
Though permit his Trade be for Answers meet
And fill Sore Minds his Clients satisfy
Preach Hearts for Profits; His Code on the Street
Would squeeze such Scandal from his Salsify
Be there Room then for your ardent Refuge
For you as one seeks his Innards to Change
For Betterment's House shut Public's Confuse
And let your Person enjoy his own Range.
His Arrows be his choose his Portents bend
Though Blame blunt his Skies by Penance amend.

Would the Earthen Blanket it's Roots sustain
Saw this Morning take Courage with your Blaze
That Once-Living Oil; Now Lightened remain
The Enduring Driver his Token embrace
Fourty-Two Candles await your Life's Breath
Since the Sexton found your Tomb un-covered
Then looked askance where - the Ivory-Cloth
Robbed from Memory his Eyes discovered
And searched indeed be his awesome Reply
Tracking the Stone for his Answers apart
Till entered the Door by Permits subside
And found his Blessed Dust encased in your Heart.
The Sexton drew Breath; That same Grade as you:
"SET HIS LION FREE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADIEU!"

You can't be in Love whom you do not Know
As to Lock a Heart which you do not Own
So these Sages tell to such Mind would blow
Then **** the Spirit his Labours reknown
Yet as Souls oft do these Teachings re-think
And bask the Summer of these Elder Days
What's Taught be Sought; Then stone June Harvest's sink,
Permit everyone's Telly to do the same
So be it. Fine. Let those Vagabonds speak
Thinking all too well their Cosmos composed
Be Wired to their Fines; Then proves them Weak
Do with all their Noses bleed then disposed.
And now the Smile - when Lady Charmer breeds
Gasps with all her Gust; Then sprinkles her Seeds.

At least in Kind your Warming Smile resign
Whilst holding your Excellent Pig unique
Though some in sense note One's Finger design
Cause such subtle but dastardly Technique
And Rage you caused; Though the Baby's Tears buy
Breach whatever Spending Frame you present
That Image - think of Valhalla's Dames sigh
Let much of your ******* to grin your Assent
And knowing indeed how Innocence bears
Which by your Labours allowed in your Growth
Raise with Prudence; Then quench your Partner's Fears
To let Vestal Virgins sleep on your Worth.
It would have been Brilliant your Foul Stokes indeed
Than wear Cankered Masks to infect your Seed.

Questions be Torture for this Starving Verse
As to why your Influence fails to recede
Like Volcanoes snuffed its Syrup disperse
And Imprint your Brand on such Sterling Deed
Faith until when you by Define announce
That your Flavours dissolve by Age or Kind
Even the Samples - such your Verbs pronounce
What truly confers your Fast-Inflaming Mind
Still those Virtues in you always Preserve
Though be a Member of the Russian's Skin
Pursued by his Trade; Though Funds you deserve
To place your Bounty on Prudence so thin.
You know your Hands; And by Hands will Mature
To scrape off your Soot; Thus your Blade be Pure.