Ghastly Rich Adventure!

"Ghastly Rich Adventures!" (N'er a Kilt!) For thy wish upon high mount from wherest thou stand stout! Merry, merry ladies toil and treasure thy jewels when o'er a gift appear about thy woven knit n'er a kilt yet golden virtues only chosen two clothes a roping for thy depart before within before Hand- a stench of ole' time thunder ye about thy bed post going before to marvel an air, a beaut, a calm, un-suit..suited her that thy expel amidst a gaze-yea, a gloat Reap n'er again my heart for thee but failesth from blunder! for all thy damsels torment oft thee captive once asunder N'er shall a day- morrow die lest feet fail!! Ladies size 12, black and metal buckled and narrow toe ye hung from 10 penny nails for thy velvet dame?Ay, ay Captain! Anchors Thyself Aawwway! Pressured, the gent, the bloke next door now offers to bump- a priding manner, a more pleasured thought of nib- considered I (n'er thine!) Foolish men less than thou (sayesth the early morn hour) had once lay gaiety adored upon my bossum, a passing fancy of passions past with bourbon bib!!! Less than kindly fluency, less than worldly gestures, yet pretentious so- that thy hand upon thy rodding influence, fast and stead..my words only amid! asketh yea, "I upon thee,....Only I!" for my name impress thou to vow love? Bewildered yet..... I shall not, shall n'er die from jestly gestures! N'er shall thou touching aromas, my lingers, my warmest thighs, n'er! Couth of thy fancied golden sash and I are not the same- for thy fire(nay, just in colour) a lustly blue flame disguised amid thy beneign white frame in scarlet and pink hues Sweeling chest yet a gentlman's guest?! Thy forged on- of secrets to her widow with wife so tame to thy affection yet! Thin hair, noble colour, prestine skin of yellow... behind-crimson cheeks (far aglow below a sultry stature), noble night before her bent- "Stars upon thee sky ah" thy wayward claim to fame~ "Indeed she did not pride herself!!!!" "Sir, ye think all has agreed to be liars with the lady blazing glory?" "Please, no, n'er I, n'er I to such a fellow" To thy well rounded esteem? Think not ye hath not loud sounding calls afar and amid when fast asleep?!!! Beside, a fatal gust and gast despaireth thy lady fairs hair to part ways! Fairest maiden? o'er and o'er turn she "Lady Snookems" thy guest a night, then a score ~ continued