Bragoons! with latex Baboons.

Bah!! I scoof at the loons. Tied down to their toons. Queer lifeless snafu's. No wilder than June. And the Beaver that leave it. Ballon not!! Bequeth this. Tied doomed. Flock of banded squak. That squeek from beak. No qwack. Just leak. Of latex reek. A future bleek in plastic creek. The fishees he fixates. Known knot master creates. Not master more like it. True creatures should cry this. At the blithering tie witch. That know not to life bring. That no knot could right bring. Or any whale worth sight lend. 

These pompous plastic PED peddlers. Of latex snakes. And hissless fakes. Ballon baboons. Bafoons!! I cry this. There's no Gibbons in his Gaboon. Deny this!! His lifeless tomb of rubber gloom. Were his lifless litter. Litter the ground. Were his souless souls feel the ground. And sink into all. Infecting the FALL,SUMMER,WINTER and all with his alien crawl. Smile and All. Bragoons!Bragoons! there latex is doom.