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Booming times they must have been.
Unsuspecting and
Sincere
Transvestites probably
Enjoyed those
Days.

Bah, the transvestites were bad but worse yet were the
Ungendered.
Simply put
They had no idea in
Evolutionary terms where their
Destiny lay.

Bring an
Umbrella.
She's
Thundering out there and those
Enormous rain drops may cause
Drowning.

Butter.
Usually that's what I
Smear on myself when
Tremendous rain falls
Everywhere
Disproportionately.

Bacon grease works
Under the armpits for
Sweat and it'll keep
The
Elephants away
During road trips as well.

Brilliant! There is a rhyming
Undulation and
Synergy in
The prose you write that
Elevates the common word into something
Dramatic.

Bullshit. I do not
Unpack my
Squeaky
Tweezers until
Eleven o'clock on a good
Day.

Balls to that!
Umberto called me.
Something about
Tomorrow?
Early start to beat the
Doldrums