A Euphonic Homophonic Symphonic Poem

    If e'er one's heir were to err in thin air,
    one would hope he'd heed one's advice,
    and find status growing statice,
    or buy time tilling thyme,
    as any worthy contrarian would advise.

    Behold this tale o' a lad,
    on his tail enduringly posed,
    hoping thus his fortune might betide.
    He ought to do aught
    but was more oral than aural
    'tho barred as a bard;
    wouldn't you know?

    One fine day in May
    he took a nap on the knap,
    while he might have just lain
    in the lane.

    To behold such a sight
    on this oddly-picked site,
    certainly required a cite,
    if not a rit.writ.

    Ere this lone heir
    stirred from his lair,
    the wind woke astir.
    Oh, to climb from this clime,
    for one who's lax
    surely lacks;
    from a lean
    comes a lien,
    so he arose from the rows
    of umptillion a prim rose,
    and strode on his jaunty way.

    With intent to vocation,
    he desired vacation;
    so in lieu of labor
    spied a sonsie lass,
    posing solo on the grass.

    A weight on his shoulders lade
    from his immense longing to get laid.
    Hers was a demeanor of hoar
    and yet she behaved like a whore;
    and to him, such a boor,
    a child she bore.

    To his father the lad bawled,
    as he shouldn't the lass have balled.
    Woe it was too late,
    he had sealed his fate,
    as under the cedar
    he'd been a seeder.
    He bussed her bust,
    and set his berth
    with this upcoming birth.

    Words humming like a lyre,
    his father knew he was a liar.
    With no restraint did he beat
    'til his son's buttocks matched a beet.

    Of her he'd made a maid,
    so her hand in marriage he bade.
    Now in the family way,
    with a bride in his grasp
    he was a man at last.

    He gave assent to ascent
    to the position of chief
    of his family's domain;
    and his days of frolic
    were now ceased,
    'tho echoing like a bass
    in a manner quite base,
    he proclaimed his dirty deed,
    to his father's chagrin.

     

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