Poem -

Suffusion Of Profuse Elation

Suffusion Of Profuse Elation

Ah...herewith ma usual
dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering
doggerel wordsmith,

who now writes...
so here's the deal,
which reiterates a former zeal
namely, the pleasant feel

ling within this humble congenial
chap - thanking quasi fans heel
ling muss card (scarred) psyche
poetically donning kneel

ling com pose sure (Colin
Kapernick phonetic style, him
an implacably steel)
lee strong willed

up standing heal
dug into grid
iron, albeit graciously
poised ex NFL seal

sincere kick starter, -
who nar squelched Nike ethereal
swooshing sensation (trumping
formalities - "FAKE" dis claim er:

"an anti-white rant") unreal
unsolicited accolades,
he garners plaudits,
perhaps stern prow esse

harbored within angular
chiseled features duet to har
monic converging multiracial allele
more so than this undeserved

reasonable rhyming scrivener,
who expresses gratitude, sans
mine quirky poetics do appeal
(Ozzy kin see), viz

crazy train of thoughts
loudly clattering within
thine fracked corporeal weal.
Every last drop of fair

blood, sweat, and duct tear
via this hair
brain scheme - exhaust ting air
supply, none the

less doth cheer
fully, and willingly
oblige mine moody
blue (oyster cult)

route expressway gear
ring cog knish shun en dear
ring non vain err
row'n nee us heart

felt ego boosting flair
courtesy (additionally
asper this mare
reed snoop doggy dawg) veer,

really tantamount in
tandem, sans 'ere
glad a$$ knight,
and the pups
(chess, non queer,

yule less lee) though rare
lee emerges, while
holed up in Grendel's lair,
viz bone a fide attempt,

aye didst aim, square
lee, via ma stiff
pointer sisters wear
illy to stitch metered

faux paw prayer
reign hounds sing golden ear
ring three dogged
(arf fathers art in heaven...)

mutter ring loud and clear
pro noun sub
bull dog gone
heart worm ming aire

wharf (fore art thou
bow wow wing) sere
bus ling three
dog night, and tare

re: not e'en if yer
adrip as a bit chin heat
let us whip pet smart
and bark where,

umlaut no longer able
e'en with mad dame butterfly,
(a poor cage'n
pooch sheen nee dear)

on par as
excalibur with difficulty
loosed fur over, thus conclude
this tall tail excelsior.

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