Fifty Flighty Fakirs Fumble

In stately measured rhymes we climb.

Among the ruins Apennine.
With ten twice trickling micrhron-OMIC COLORS true

I grasp archaic dust encrusted stately rhymes sustained pure purple’d mouthings Clementime

Potent pleasures brain stain’d hue,

Crown castled sure with grasp so steady. Like Zappa’s Flo and Dweezil’s Eddy

I load my sentence,

With such potent potted verbiage

Not dependent nay, stoic courageous

Steel-eyed boilage

Dat Dissasemblage with its plain pretty parchment pairings.
Doth adorn the airs.

Like the carriage’d peerage.