Flopping Bywords

Flopping Bywords in a Slow Rereasoning

Whose words thesaurus think I?  No!

Her mouse flies in the pillage, so

She will not find me hopping near

To swatch her words flip pup willow.

Your piddly whores’ lust drinks the beer

To flop myth out a dormouse dear

Extreme the words and poison fake,

The carcass heaving in the rear.

She sieves her harlot’s shells a fake

To task, as Paris plays a stake.

The lonely mother pounds the weep

Of greasy sinned and noun-y bake.

The words spar ugly, hark and weep

But I salve pumices to seep

And smiles to woe, ignore my leap;

And smiles to woe, ignore my leap.

                        September 2012