In the mid summer hues
Oh in the Kingdom of thee
Pillars of lust so lofty
Dither boneless men like bees
Only to mesmerise the seer
For its beauty & valhallain
A fine glass of amethyst
Toped to its impious brim
With a prime vermouth
Titillated with placid fervours
Vexed in secular cravings
Fellated into an ebullience
Oh shrivel mankind
Categories:
toped, allusion,
Form: Classicism