A flagellated fee rigor woos the murky poi;
Bad deed tenements let out a nifty gut howl.
As addenda, Ed snuffles – oh swirly!–
And a cad, refereeing, oft tempts the ting-glum lox.
If a reevaluated goofing yins two yurts,
And this condescendingly pimping snowsuit is, um, wuss
Then a reappeared fluffier miniskirt mulls in its yolk, and,
ceding to fleetingnesses, houris play with vinyl polyps.
Like antimalarial diffident dingy piss,
a piffling baccarat ebbs opium onto you
with a fleetingness like –ow!- myrrh wool poop.
(please note, this is a near-anagram of the first eleven or so lines of the poem “Here in the Gynaeceum” that I posted yesterday)((with super-amount gratitude to and copycatting of KSM, that rascal!))
Otohime 