Est Poem by John Earing

Fake is lies that jest
joking is lying at best
besting is boasting a test
gold was dug up out west
birds lay eggs in a nest
except for birds that are a pest
close to the top of the mountain is the crest
visitor in my house, its a guest
if I am invigorated I have zest
I drank beer at the Oktoberfest
back to besting, now a slug-fest
at that time i was the yobbiest
a woman's girdle is a cest
I guess she would need it if she was the flabbiest
I hope this manifest was performed the glibbest