A diamond in a gold mine

Rich amongst horticultural rough

Its plenty is imposing

A quandary resounds

Prick your favourite colour

Decibels flow out

The torpid majesty of life

A hero in the surrounds

Taste a little booty

Fornicate with her soul

Trap any hums and ahs

Capitulaste the sound

I don’t know what becomes you

But cannon balls can fly

Pontificate on the surrounds

Gel your hair up straight

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