You ass-out art against artlessness;

brazen bawd, bull-bladdered bushwhacker;

you churlish clown, clapper-clawed crower —

we’re dizzy-eyed at your dog-breath wit.

Ear-tweaker, you stink-eye the elf-skinner

& flap-jaw gill-faced flax-wenches. Fools’ folly

galls: you gully-wump gorge-gut gearheads.

Haughty, hag-faced, hedge-born harpies

can importune — ill-bred impertinents!

Your jar-head jolts fell jack-a-napes

with knock-out punches. You keel-haul knaves,

rout louts soundly, leverage lewd-ass lurkers,

maul all mammering manikins & mewlers,

nix ninnies & nix the nut-brained.

Oh, your onion-breath, ox-eyed grace & the

power of a-pox-upon-it praise!

The querulous quail; they quiver, queasy.

Dear roguish, raw-boned rut-rapscallion,

you are so saucy! Shag-worthy, smutty!

Even the toad-titted, shit-faced, toast you.

Unmuzzled urchins wax unctuous,

while wanton wags go whey-faced at your

yeasty quim jokes. Chain-yanked yes-men

zip their lips, zit-faced. Zounds! All praise you.