The following fictitious scenario I evoke

Analogous to fire breathing

puffed up imaginary dragon

(in a land called Honah Lee)

ye might rightly think

what the deuce

haunting spectre ace of spades

good fella aiming to be a poet all about,

meaning sexagenarian wordsmith,

this once upon a time jackanapes

presently decked out like cadaverous card

still sporting fine kingly raiment

and crown of thorns atop noggin

impossible mission

to disguise rapscallion mien,

nevertheless mine true harmless colors

glowingly dim meant shunned

buzzfeeding demonic, horrific

malefic tightly coiled asp

symbiotically fostering mein kampf

thru poisonous white fangs,

I strive and stride rite

to live life like good humor man,

until grim reaper

rocked my boat whose death on par

for an impractical joker,

after rigor mortis seized body electric,

hence burial at sea where mates

honored wish of mine on the briny deep

shipped overboard in a casket wrought of oak,

where (yes) grateful dead foo fighter

hoisted into Davy Jones' locker

after one last exhilarating heavenly toke

from potent Cannabis

and draught of stout ale

finally freed me from ills

of a morose lactose intolerant

impotent existence that did yoke

body and mind and set spirit soaring

like aircraft christened

Saint Louis mine being

riddled with angst.

When alive with the sound of music

and robust health

smitten with searing infatuation

to sow seeds of life and white lily

during jump/kick starting manhood,

when hormonal secretions

found me being

naughty bit player for prime time

innocent untainted puppy love

concerning fecund (she),

the unbeknownst petty heartbreaker

with whom I fancied

and fantasized to pledge my troth

which hand of distressed damsel

never tested to fit mine like a glove,

nor sanctified debauched soul asylum demise

and death be not proud courtesy

Spiritus Mundi above.

Now gnarled arthritic fingers

and bowed back

these lovely bones severely jangled,

when cough that doth wrack

accompanied by thick choking phlegm

gagging yours truly

while lying supine on me deathbed

disrupted with torturous hack

panting like an overworked dog

even after the leash goes slack.

Every end of year

when auld lang syne sung

weather beaten formerly

well muscled skiff wrung

after being subjected

to whims of mother nature

cannibalistic headhunters

interestingly enough poked and prodded

buzzfeeeding me rawbits

eroded taste buds populating tongue

recorded global cuisine

avast webbed wide world

across all four directions of compass

found globetrotter huzzaing

experiencing evanescent,

concupiscent and acquiescent

aborigines far flung,

where couple females in particular

among the madding crowd

of barenaked ladies struck my fancy

amusing themselves with innocent

coy non verbal repartee,

where one in particular approached

with outstretched legions

of extensive alms,

where colorful amulets sported

to stave off superstitious

shrunken skull and crossbones

dangled and clung.