In syllables we blunder
Into far tundras
Stumbling drunken
Over verandas
Last man standing's
A pompous geranium
Or bumbling pamplemousses
On tumbled-down trellis cabooses
Tongue-tangled tattlers
Venting priasmic
Smacking the chatterers
With scenic miasmas
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