From 'Hearty Racket' To Happy Banter

They have in their senses, A bloated self-image worthy of pulling the best. Letter-assortments, their sense, they knew not, Yet march on with leaps of obstinacy to brim. Subtly aided by the fairest in all, Visualed only due to sacrifice of self So maintained, would ever beget close but forget house. Once the camaraderie drew to lilting curtain Harsh truth waded in, silently loud undertones to company, Inasmuch as it ever could in. Known hell hath no fury.. That of men’s remain shrouded till, A dawn unto desperation. Did they unleash latent hate gusts! Sure eroded escorts pumps to barren fields. The entire saga into the past, The series opens to a new pilot For two, lived in eternal hope, Finally reaching union, taking rope.