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
Dat Dissasemblage with its plain pretty parchment pairings.
Doth adorn the airs.
Like the carriage’d peerage.