Tack those tiresome tormented teeth
telling tales furrowed so far beneath
this bedraggled badger who nightly seethes
of incense inscribed insulting leaves.
Drooping wearily the wind does weave
matriculating deeply (oh yes indeed!)
through caverns of Marmite's mischievous deeds
dolloped deftly atop Pleanthes patched pleats
the pants constrained at knuckled knee
now ushers forth upon the sea
a denim clad pelagic dream:
waves phalanx for to team
then crash, cascade, collide, careen
round billowed oars ne'er before seen
of viking descent and Nordic mead
floundering furiously in attempt to free
a crew now cleaved
in half by me.
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