Blithely she berries the Marlboro Man
Snatching the scarlet from tomorrows mail
Inviting compunction in vast violet vats
Not actually cognizant of swimming up stairs
But, no seriously…
Whiling under prestidigitation
Yes’m ,whiling, I kid thee not
Tony the Tiger won the invective
Without firing a pennywhistle
Really, no duh
Breach the common miscalculation
Instead of besting the forbidden gyrations
If you’ll be instigating the malapropism
I’ll unleash the bejabbers out of him
So, in conclusion
Rally the piteous house glands
In conjunction with amorous deflections
Spinning stationary in resplendent altruism
Mighty mighty ravens clod hop