Lear to spell Wednesday
you boston rag top leaning,
scheming for whom the bell tolls
with cracks she snaps her whip
to get in line,
harassing the younglings and Junglings
rants, raves of she to the moon,
its cheese too skunk for that skank
blesses bad noise, those erotic toys
breast erect, with Levon
the atomic nipple,
rippling Constantine
among his chubby chauffeurs
he can't pay to remove amongst her
she locking the lace
of her brown bottom boots,
so she trips his mind
at each quarter of the clock
turn, turn the space face demeanor,
the meaner true to thyme.
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