Confession of obsession,
Obese fleecing the follicle;
Monocled Mona Lisa;
tomato, oracle ordeal.
"Surreal, Sir Real"
"Oh, love, do it again,
begin at the beginning of time;
swamp to rhyme, glass of wine,
maybe a baby, baby."
"Rally 'round the bottom line, love, mine,
and above 'round bosom busy be;
see the nipples rising."
Devise a plan before you can't count roses!
Reality, sensuality of tongues touching,
time of day dallying
in moist mouth play;
exinternal ternal terminal nullified now;
ass gas mask mortify;
slime less rhyme less;
nest of alliteration allegations,
sequestration, all verse assets,
vocalese vestiges sleaze seized;
noted: the crime of the internal rhyme
and all off-beat beats;
nevertheless or more,
the syllable sound,
round vowel unbound,
"found" poetry at last!
"A lot to say," he.
By Louis Martin