Mixed Colours and the Saucy Pauper

Colours are mixed Seasons are fixed! Essence of beauty - Such joint; a necessity! The phlegm signifies our stench, On whose bulging shoulders shall they bear? Phlegm taken out of joy; crumbs out! The road is just two-friendly, For the pauper knows the colours of the night-rain Both sides of the story, clumsily kills giants! The stench of the pauper run-un much much! Both the kèlèbè and the colours; form a beauty! Is it beauty for the saucy pauper? If our àlejòs see this, shall they run? Or for the colours shall they crave for? Then, let's dance to the shameful dance of gesutures then. Visitors abode further not, on our salient island. Whose fault? Eejó taani? Saucy or her children; the colours? Blood shall wipe out our foil and fault! Let's hope for the shining star- Let's work for the blest not, Blest be cursed. Bless be great!