The Flirtly Word burglar

Sick hitch crippled by some dip-shit's riddles,

spit word muddles in the air, from pen scribbles.

Shit can be expressed within these squawked out riddles,

while some munqd up beat goes down in the middle.

A slick snitch whistles to expose dem' buff whistles,

sick rid, from mouth one dribbles, at the bite one nibbles.

Exhausted over these mystical meddles,

while some scorched up heat boils down the old medals.

The wordy bird murderer would flirt with the birdling egg governor

Then Smash eggs, shells bust into broken, before a squark was even spoken.

And Scrambled, no chick kept as token.

For those melodic tragic sounds, Come from the skeleton mounds

That the Wordy bird murdered hanging over like dungle flake crumble

Slithering and slidinding a green paper-towels into a jumble

Forward Like a a back splash account password crack

Dripping off a buttery bonnet back,

The rampant tragic magical wizard, Cast forth a stagnant dry powered blizzard.

For now lands are dry and Scourged and Perfect for the virulent hourds

Of broken and dusted dragons, drinking crispy dirt flagons

Getting pissed and wired and getting there flaming boss fired

The dragons crash forth and went of strike

and cut the spokes on there best friends bike

The violet pile of squezzed berry-bomb bile

is best juiced with care as not waste.

The volatile glass vial of this liquid trial,

is grizzly and vile when glossed up with haste.

Because the anatotogy of rodential boof-gatter.

Is best boiled lid on as not to splatter

The flirty word-Burglar would be first to be a smuggler

Of linguistic biscuits to the lyrical missfits

who wait for the dictionary reprints.

Twas Rumbled, conviction destroyed with constant rambles

And Got A life Sentence for forgetting the full stop.

This poem is so full crap its about to pop

Pop.