Great jeopardy greeted each way
I sniffed one recumbent bouquet,
as dreams kept recounting
a day whose amounting
would offer a world that might spray.

Surprises occur and occur,
till everything seems to outblur
the hills, streams, and mountains
as those would be fountains
of jollity liking to slur.

Deride me, and call me "a fool,"
but I still may guess I'm so "cool"
I soon might be able
to tell some fine fable
and build some remarkable school.

Our prayers may be voodoo, at best,
and, yet, they possess much real zest
implying devotions
whose might might teach oceans
to reach wondrous moments of rest.

Remote from what always has mattered,
I'm noticing how your enspattered
goatee is a fright
as perfect as night
at helping the world seem quite tattered.

A vision of utter delight
hath been how thou seemest to bite
each wondrous new piggy
whose dance is a swiggy
of rancidness worlds might invite.

A dentist and I had a drill
that promised to prove that what's ill
is, merely: decaying
the liveliest braying --
and bringing a hat that has skill.

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.