Existential Framework

The buxom rube has a cardboard heart,
Soaked by the paradise elements,
It seeks nothing than to catch a bad odour,
In its mottled hem,
Sewn out to buyers adrift,
On stock market reveries,

Alistair raised the price by four percent,
Asked Roger what would he do in this situation,
Over tennis and hard badminton graft,
The sipping of earl grey followed,
Then he slipped those old fingers,
Between the gap in his fly,
"The price of this information¦
¦has its place in the sexual domain.
Fearful of this up and coming sexual wraith,
Shut his eyes and ran out of the room,
Knocking over rich couples,
Snacking on granny apples,
In the process,
From behind the shimmer,
False teeth conspire against,
The inflow of fluoride,

"I can't believe he expected that of me!!
Alistair shrieked at his model wife,
Kim's badly modelled blonde hair,
Expired a straw hat look,
Blue stoves harbour lunch,
For the rich never snack,
Ovens in paradise have this elegant scheme,

Nature greatest defence,
Whispers through the mouths of sparrows,
A singular note,
Broken into pieces of plenty,
The smashing of the tongue against,
Its frequency,
Align the marrow of your bones,
And deep look out from pores,
That stretch from tip to balls,
Before your father gets home.