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Papa Prizes Prurient Pubescent Riot Glacis

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Preface:
Adjust wanna zang
up ply yen
mull lil yang
see king wang
to wa er re:
ca jung thang
worm eye
woody slang
thing would ricochet

like a boom
er rang
arg unfair
cell a lube
bus see induces
penile pang
else phallus
further atrophies
and doth hang
like a limp
biscuit – dang
thus aye
wanna bang.

Papa Prizes
Prurient Pubescent
Riot Glacis

(alternately titled:
a pudendum
posse petty
filed trophy -
by hy phen
made declarative).

Appearance of
the New Courier
(with name
sake "Georgia Ives")
flew into
the courtroom

faster than
Bold face
WingDings.
After the
judge opened
waxed sealed
envelope stamped
with official
legal imprimatur

sound of
silence filled
courtroom.
Once
particulars
perused
highlighing prickly
principle details,

a noticeable
con jug
gay shun
didst Impact
countenance
of attired judge.

Recess
announced
at authority
decree
(spelled out
with quotation
marks high
lighting dotted
i's and
crossed t's)
figuratively
a nouns sing
moratorium
for those
accused of
run on
sentences,
split infinitives,
then versus than...
incorrect usage
of ellipses,
et cetera.


The justice
of supreme court
critically espied
quotation marks
(underscoring
reductio
ad absurdum
Times New
Roman regulation)
against stiff
penile penalty
asper those
who commit
rhetorical
perturbations.

This lenient
fiat occurred
immediate
by innocent
omission of
a colon,
which
subsequently,
naturally,
and immediately
affected
every future
jury presiding
over a defendant
applying in
correct punctuation.

A favorite
comma cull
anecdote
often repeated
by my
late english
grammar
(a palliative
to me psyche
despite the
multi-generational
difference in age)
happened,
when she
celebrated twenty
and counting
punctual marks,
whence time
in utero came
to an end period.

Many question
marks still abound
as per the
specific
circumstances
of this generally
uneventful birth,
only she
seemed
to dash
from womb
(of her mother


mine great
grandmother
christened
Latina Greco)
with a pointed
exclamation
declaration
of independence
while bodily
constitution
adorned with
supposedly
shimmering
invisible
golden braces
and full
set of teeth.

Somewhat
averse to
authoritarianism
and mores
of assuming
sir name
of the groom,
she maintained nom

de plume
affixed on
her birth
certificate.
If born
that way
today, and ready
to pledge
marital vow,
would probably
follow common
custom and
hyphenate name
of beau similar

to newlyweds
of this day
and very moment.
Back in those
days though,
town’s folk
exclaimed with
pointed
superstition
that a baby born
after being
bracketed
nine months

within womb
(which seemed
like an
eternal sentence),
and equipped
with means
to esse chew
would most
likely experience
little colon
difficulty.

As a dignified
divine dowager,
she willingly
shared her cradle
to graveside
tidbits (populated
with many
wisecracks and
marked
quotations
from a life
that spanned
more than
a century21.

Whip pet smart,
and sharp
as a pin
(the latter term
somewhat out
of vogue),
this
independent
woman
(who married
into nobility
from humble
roots) frequently
evinced el
shaped lips
when un
suspecting
recipient ensnared
of her harmless
ingenious pranks.

Aside from
what many
considered
childlike antics
(which characteristic
salient trait
appealed to
this grandson),
she excelled
at verbal
adroitness
and could
spin a
jesting lightly
mocking pun,
which seemed
to quiver
with an invisible
apostrophe
shaped
blackened barb.

Though privileged
parochial parents,
her inherited
diadems,
empirical peers,
the people of
proletariat class felt
figuratively
parenthetically
included as
persons of concern
to this
genteel dame.

She exemplified
and wore
that moniker
noblesse oblige
with utmost
august excellence,
and whenever
the need or
wont arose
to address
the madding
crowd, (this
crowned empress)
resorted to non-
verbal
communication
ala semaphore.

Her lily-
white hands
(most often
remained
sheathed
in Palmolive
clad ding
silken gloves -
exuded a faint
patrician touch)
partitioned
the air with
arabesques
accentuated
with sign
language
for those
among
teeming masses
unable to hear
or in fact
tone deaf.

Regular
adherence
to being
grammatically,
(yet not
necessarily
politically) correct
witnessed
the air being
sliced with even
less familiar
punctuation
symbols such
as the
emdash, en-dash.

Even doctorates
of English and
strict task
masters (whose
frowning scowls
strongly resembled
semicolons when
even minor
indiscretions,
infractions,
transgressions,
et cetera
with english
language observed)
never found
fault with this
former bohemian,
whose rhapsodic,
melodic,
linguistic
voice ameliorated
dark memories
from dereliction dis
played by
former queen.

 

She also received treatment of

a champion lyricist, whereby every lyre

(got set on fire) from utterance akin

to a choir of hells angels, yet this

 

chanteuse voice rang thru

azure vault causing small hairs

of spine to experience a pleasant

electric shock therapy.


 

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Nice write. Keep the ink flowing

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