Quite sundry assortments of treasure
invite us to seem to outmeasure
the stars, moons, and suns
whose practicing puns
are likely new sources of leisure.

Some whiskey is, always, about
forever remaining as stout
as all the damned ailing
whose horrid impaling
continues to add to life's doubt.

Accomplishments help worlds become
as mighty as is some large thumb
whose twiddlings and twirlings
create wondrous whirlings
inviting all beehives to hum.

A library sits, sits, and sits --
and often seems rife with large bits
of firm intellection
as that's a cross section
of wits as those practice fat snits.

As races persist and endure
as mixtures not perfectly pure,
I sit in my wagon
and empty a flagon
and notice your endless allure.

My gums and my teeth are fine havens
for news that retells several mavens
that lives never stay
acquainted with hay
that isn't beflecked by strange ravens.

Emotions soon give us a chance
to fashion huge breeds of romance
whose chivalrous prancings
contain half the dancings
inherent in any sad glance.

Your Worship: I'd like to present
my children -- fine causes to tent
the world toward the quickest
new forms of the slickest
new ways to repent and relent.

Committed to tune upon tune,
we often surveyed any moon
whose sheens were the shinings
of winings or dinings
in touches with kitty and spoon.

I'm seldom at any full loss
for language that might seem to toss
the world toward a salad
as fine as some ballad
encumbered by ultrathin moss.

My baby has caught some new chill
that bids me appear twice as ill
as any new winter
or any old splinter --
or, anything else lacking skill.

TO NIBBLE
To nibble your lovely, left ear
reminds me I'm likely to veer
away from all beauty
till Nature (that cutie)
perceives me as causing all fear.

My navel has gone through upheavals
akin to the visits of weevils
whose breaths seem enabled
to be twice as fabled
as are the most wondrous retrievals.

A milk shake beside some warm fries
was ceaselessly telling new lies
regarding how worldly
things are and how swirledly
great hunger can lunge at firm thighs.

Delicious new food has appeared
and sent some fine forms of unsneered
responding to seeming
in touch with a dreaming
whose gettings might not be outgeared.

This Sabbath is, likely, a Sabbath
possessing a strength that quite grabbeth
the various lambs
as those might be hams
whose tenderness equally nabbeth.

The mystical facts we design
may tend toward some semblance of spine
as backbone seems risky
for turning too disky
to let all computers gulp wine.

Depictions permit us to be
in touch with the land and the sea
and also to fashion
some purple-ish passion
as bright as a bird that can ski.

A song that's now singing itself
has notes as performed as a shelf
on whose perfect edging
are bound to be wedging
the penitent cries of an elf.

The alphabet fosters much merging
with this -- this example of splurging
inherently like
some purposive spike
about to redeepen our dirging.

Some times and some places decree
that someone possesses a flea
as Jumpy as Hoppy
while seeming thrice floppy
or likely to oútbuzz each bee.

Compelling the stars, sun, and moon
to play us a jollier tune
might seem to enkindle
as sorry a swindle
as ever was part of a rune.

Some sneezes that happen at lunch
appear to contribute a bunch
of beautiful sprayings
whose wonderful bayings
might pose all the jokes in some scrunch.

Some ketchup remains on the plate
on which I reshared with my date
large bundles of pleasure
beyond each fine measure
implying much life really great.

A dog I'd encountered, say, twice
thrice bayed at the world's good advice,
which often would soften
each cough in a coffin
whose life shook three dice, then grew rice.