I bet you a busty bible I can babble,
Or rather adle your brains a wee bit.
I won't pull a Hitler, I swear sir.
But bully your penis into weeing,
And for sure we shall swing into.
Hypnotic being, beauty and baskets,
Of ever black caskets with blue and burple,
Hues. Indigo for the few.
Let now for brevity's sake us take in vain,
This interferences wake as a path to bake.
Her is a shadow a mere espionage of stories.
Go now rejoice and not worry.