Sand woes, oh my sand woes

oh grand bellows of sand shells
a swooned prince doth lighten
the name of the beast calmed
and four hens on strand

dandy clams on my nose
hellfiends rising around my hose
hose hose hose
rhyme with nose
poem is gay

now shall the tale begin, of hate and virtue
a tale of old, for children and elders
a crab on a plank or a snail in the gutter
all must hear the tale
the tale of bergen seed

bergen seed, a wonderous clam
followed up the mountain great a high goats peek
polished heaps crammed with ghost milk nose
shaven babies torso, skin falling bristly columned sheets
seed walked slowly, to his friend must he meet
oh forrow, fallow mellow shapes
organ donors, often unwilling shall spare me their horrors, for i am a hungry beast
require nourishment much says the soy on my tongue
sheep calm on the mountain, the goat peek doth calm those with feeble noise
though seed was not of the noise feeble he came not calm but frenzied for blood
a sand peek followed
then a grass
then two moons
three no two...
a dog is not enough for the heeped up cartridge thought the columns for it will they suffice
but to never the end will a man follow his dream
seed was not a man, as i have previously claimed, of clam heritage come he
and so followed this dream he fought
and without supplement he urged forward
onsluaght, bring on the onslaught
though it never came
came not it did with gushing flows

my nose is feeble
soon on this peak did arise in seed the woes of sand
sand woes
sand woes he exclaimed, oh my sand woes
to farrow not nose they come these woes
sand woes of the sand
yes his woes came
but he was fatigued by the event
odds and evens were his game, as he played he would sit at the table
stir his stew
swallow bread with labour
uncanny finches fight for their lives
and the crab was once again dead
and there joined he the cat
and the lizard as they lay dieying
in their pit of sorry
all was lost
though what they seeked had been found