Mary's little lamb
pulled the wool over her eyes
grinning sheepishly.

Yesterday we knew
enough regarding today
never to mention.

Every discussion
importantly may home in
on fate's fecklessness.

Given to drooling,
my nether lip entertains
some fresh commotions.

All century long,
we lingered beside water
and polluted it.

~~Bruce~~ received bruises
while **Eunice** loved fine eunuchs
and **Lee** raked fresh leaves.

As we grow tireder
the entire cosmos wearies
of most purposes.

Whenever life thrives,
lots of richest starchy salt
achieve slight sizes.

I've guessed that guesses
impart hypotheses filled
with dippy theory.

You might propose much
about happy marriages
that -- by thunder! -- split.

Mary was merry
while Don donned his party hat
Mona moaned all night.

On an "express" bus
I'm heading hurriedly toward
procrastination.

During our moments
of nearly being lovers,
we've loathed our colognes.

Tempestuous truths,
along with hideous lies,
make weakish sequels.

I somewhat regret
I have only one fine wife
to give up or swap.

All famous people
feel they really must protect
merest no-accounts.

Many should agree
that good forms of exercise
exclude excess moans.

Rayon and nylon
somehow materialize
as if by Magi.

Leeway is granted
whenever nonheroes try
to wolf sandwiches.

When I glimpse a blimp,
I limber my simpering
and feel stamped: "a lump."

Whenever a storm
visits any horizon,
many beasts feel dogged.

True to my virtues,
I consider manliness
"barely my baggage."

The purpose of life
could be to cook spaghetti
that limps along well.

I most admire you
when you express a liking
for my prudishness.

when I see the sea
I wave to folk on the waves
from the shore, for sure.

My ticket has proved
adequate, apparently,
yet somehow barely.

Let us now concede
that complete existences
may not quite exist.

Along babbling brooks
a couple of hot chickens
dippily found pluck.

Strong remonstrances
imply some obedience
that goes beyond show.

Respectfully rife
with supremely warm wishes,
I gulp this brandy.

To hear you tell tales,
I gladly might lend an ear
whose drum is robust.

The long and the short
responses to deep questions
yield super facials.

Assiduous pigs
usually train their snouts
on loveliest swill.

Abundant beauty
performs complete pirouettes
while nicely sweating.

Envelopes jam-packed
with various epistles
chew gum covertly.

Along with mere whey
cottage cheeses must feature
much, much harder stuff.

During dictation
stenographers stay heedful
of all eeriness.

Bound into slavery,
every human's condition
seems fraught with jackals.

The planet's roundness
oblately wobbles a bit,
as if eccentric.

Her approval helped
many of her menfolk thrive
rather bitchingly.

Hot mustard lends franks
an absolute plethora
of something extra.

Conspicuous things
could include all the secrets
governments don't share.

The best of true friends
quake while attending a church
devoted to goats.

Any inside joke
elicits chuckles from folk
who groove on records.

Drifting off to sleep,
a lamb recalled the timber
few wolves might recount.

Your styles of dressing
have quickly wounded many
bright preconceptions.

Riddled by bullets,
a martyr fired off salvos
of strained confessions.

When autumn arrives,
some cascading leaves tell tales
of glory blown up.

In all these sessions
my basic literacy
ain't quite readable.

I possess glibness,
though I don't like to discuss
my less choice chatter.

The best of friendships
apparently depend on
magical moments.

Once in bluish moons
big blunders worth blushing at
buzz out of beehives.

Main pleasures in life
could always seem inclusive
of goofless golfing.

I grant that my gifts
never may be adequate
as "shows of true lust."

For at least right now
the human condition stays
both safe and sorry.

We strive and struggle
toward seeming to be in touch
with worthy guitars.

Decadence is fun,
except when decay deepens
beyond mere decades.

Arenas are pits
in which sand and ample blood
gorily contend.

Once in agreement,
we now happily bicker
in styles neatly bent.

Perplexity has
the benefit of letting
questioning stay marked.

You might inform worlds
in terms comprehensible
yet unemphatic.

Ridiculous dreams
haunt many bashful youngsters
in search of deep thrills.

Surmounting our woes
could hurt our many chances
of bucking systems.

Undoubtedly, life
can't accomplish all wonders
morally musty.

In a trice or so
you might struggle on, toward
perfect fresh gasping.

Magnetic persons
fly into special rages
stellarly stolid.

All my gibberish
has redeeming qualities
I wouldn't cancel.

Shy and retiring,
an average detective
sleuths best while asleep.

I met you last year
and supposed that your concepts
were perennial.

Never having swum
(except slightly), I might fear
I'll have several strokes.

Frog legs taste ideal
between ardent French kisses
or with grasshoppers.

To lie like a rug,
ruggèd individuals
should attempt short naps.

The value of wit
certainly escapes my mind,
which waxeth brainless.

Iconoclasts tend
to appear far less sheepish
than other dreamers.

As matters of fact
prove terribly iffy, large
pinpointings squander.

Basic diligence
essentially brings rewards
worthy of burning.

Elements of style
stay enormously wedded
to sweat and to blood.

Chock-full of blindness,
we often might chuckle some
at any insight.

If life has value,
death should offer few prospects
halfway heavenly.

During its recess
an average legislature
seems most accomplished.

I appreciate
any true recognition
that hardly mutters.

Our many ailments
create environments rich
in special grieving.

Creatures of habit,
we stay organized enough
to seem to appear.

At intersections
major collisions occur
as "classic traumas."

The greatest advice
includes some alternatives
that limit pouting.

Reusable bags
serve purposes notable
and also quite strong.

Both mind and matter
apparently may still be
part of the planet.

Voices will quaver
whenever big sentiments
approach floridness.

Explanations thrive,
along with nods and shrugging,
as the jeers proceed.

Joviality
I always try to smile on,
despite my thin grin.

Remembering zilch,
I challenge the universe
not to seem witless.

Thirty rusty nails
showed up at crucifixions,
their appointed lot.

Harmonizing well,
violins at eateries
chew unhappy fat.

Your pass is a card
that should be slid quite quickly
or may not quite pass.

The chatting of girls
can be their main talking point,
though looks must speak loud.

One of my fingers
seems noticeably wounded,
yet I'm bloody brave.

When summer arrives,
enough sultriness and warmth
will temper fridges.

Straight mathematics
deviates when pluralized
into scattered bran.

Promulgations tell
approximate strong reasons
for browsing all nets.

In the future, try
to gain truer awareness
of much muttering.

Pundits recommend
that worlds honestly attempt
unvain vanishing.

Methods of madness
kept me insanely jealous
of your disguises.

The best routines make
many habits putrefy
into lush topping.

No guarantees quite
seem in wonderful keeping
with lasting lucre.

Amazing answers
imperceptibly occur
very latently.

Endless harangues lend
our spans of attentiveness
special spaciness.

"Meaningful progress"
I gladly define in steps
no-one can follow.

Relaxing the grip
I long maintained on the truth
let me dupe large doubts.

The best kinds of help
extend handiest reasons
not to be suckered.

The finest glasses
allow spectacular scenes
to seem almost real.

Veterans of wars
were shooting their mouths off, in
honor of plain blood.

We nicely recall
how facts rather dizzying
assault each census.

To me, the stark truth
includes few real commandments
served well on paper.