(AppreCJ8n, 0.23: Dickdoc)
or i just gas, um... So! Growing down-
centre, i still do not quite uncurl
the donkeydong
of a he-whore e'en nuns woodchug.
Cee moans She'd luv me
no matter how held, lang mein whang is. As long as it was as long
as an overelaboracadabrate word i'd mess,use - wurderer
massacaseuss - so hold onhow long is a spiritspunkled sheetof
a4. An' ta thinkithunkit wozcozof ludicrous supremacy frampold poets
'xibit, instru't with phrasecouching the pulchritudinous
challenge, love.
Suprem' arse's Cee's - daint arf nipt!
And Her manner's a manor of manna, Her's a purdy cure for the panjiesandemsixteens
of outrageousfortunes like a fortuitousnoose.
i'd take alms-argosies cheaply as troubles hithertil
the Cee nomatterhowling loved me.
Eitherthat or coz i
nipped down like i dipped roundlydowna
halfmoon's capi. 'D' of paths - shortdrop or pickmeupcup's arm
- on wolves' hands, bros knees
'long the real bluebellroad, downta the dickdoc
so the old chap could certify that my old chap
woodent pox Her delicunt dillypot.
So i went like theland dipped, even tho' - andnotjustcuz - the dick-
doc atch was a broad
dickdoc. o downlike a dipt toe, t'any perpendicularpurpledick's cooler
even tho' I'd had Clare's midas' tush, rad muff, midriff, sexcetera,
on my base mind. But dickdoc took stock of my cock,
one's bellend, tollandall,
and as no pus pulsed out like misty spiss
- pee nice, extender - confirmed i ain't got the chlamydia's todge,
tho ' i got a golden rod!
Ta exhaustion's stone, was it kubla khan
whoknobbed a pleasuredometent of scheherazade scrunt,
and munched inta almah chunts and sultanias' mounds
and bunches of mounds like musk-
melonz and skazzatronic scones
in his hankypantry of bonkubines?
What saltignoring soul, tannednadd-
ed highroller in solidsilver loafers
with a penchant for life's silver crust, its steamy layer,
couldchug medina coladas 'n' deadseascroll blunts,
whilst soncreamin' uponwomandunes of the head goatbeautician
and other sandygashed loves,
with no occasion for bunions - he had a muc-
ky marquee, durdy yurt!
'Fore sir walter marleigh sailed his stash ta europa,
more 'fore my era ache of computerised bookerprize sunnygym rise-
taking, before humonkity's lastheresandnows futurefaking
- tho'd never be 'fore men rise by taking
- yesomidst humiddleasternclouds of lust ziplessly outbillowing,
such a kasbahstud,
ancient persian merchant banker,
p'haps halal pimp in daughtersales,
could sinkkinkta saharem sinqueens
with floozyrain jamminess of unchoosy suzerain,
could tingl'a jiggy wolfdipstick,
dunkitin cunker, throat, pie, hotcrotch, buns
sweet as the dippy, without skipping ta checkups.
Ah well...'Sides, no stingin', dickdoc leaves... Moreover, in math
of love merelegovers are noplus, only Only One is enough, so woun't downlike
'whatgoneright?', dent goblin coldcoffee desert
where the tea's off, nor swore like cachectic chef, wasn't when
i'm downlike i'm gone, jabbergnawed i...Foreverand...
Gone on returning eterning with a birdie of collectifnouns, try ornithings,
a nimbostratum of unkindnesses,
a strafe of flocks,
an ogdenof ornithmental tridiagonality...Nah,
hant diptin tafuct kinda Down
lately justnow - o mossflow where generations of murmurations havefault-
erred. Nor've gone ta the returnofthegone - like a mirage of the raj,
auradodo's parchedtaglass lastchance
at a swimmingpoolsky the victors'll victorianise.
Wentdown theclinic tho' call me ethelred the redeless not harold harefoot
- my schtup trooper deserves bupa -
but no slick shock, tranqshot at nhs dickdoc's, my swisscheesed kecks aren't
domicile for emobombed clockweights gone ticktoxic, i've a clean bell
of healthfire 'n' brimminwivlivvinstone, i'm wellhard and also just well. Endowned
nevernowby sécateur'd and lordlucaning sunwhenthe skidmarkedwith
slid dark dipsectorrationed sky is bah