One hundred percent presents scents
That scare scores of sanguine seers
Whose crystal calabashes present events
As happening horribly soon alongside hordes of peers
Whose influence, essence and confluence
Conjure up festoon and goon cartoons created with caution
To endure scrutiny and a semblance
Of approval in a novel audition, ovation and narration
Primed primarily by protocol professors
Whose assessment in a balloon basement
Pounds patience and portrays assessors
As monsters with toaster rosters that torment
Learners leaning lately and belatedly
On trainers tempted to grill greenhorn gangs
For whom room for grooming daily
Suffers symptoms of prime poverty and proclivity pangs.
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