Cougars Will Thrill Poem by James Onuska

You may help me in the end. Sit up in the end. Nothing but daylight.
Bones. Shake the whole place up. Will slide all over the place. Might be
Displaced. Never caged. Doesn't sit well with me. Further any misery. Will
Ignite. Bright. Merry for us all. Have a ball. Call out. Nothing but stout. Mixes
Anyway. Kites are let go. That was the goal. Have no hold over me. Never a divider. An added try. Why give up. I'm tired. Will paint the town red. Bled anyway. High on the kernel. Will invade in the end. Bends. Give it a tug. I trust.
Must be the first out. Lend all favor. Harder to keep the cover on. Two pronged.
I was wronged. Bong. Gone for good. Wearing a hood. What do you bring. Sing in force. An older order. Borders. Try to improve. Move over. Not that old. Over a
Boulder. All the same. More a goner. Trying to disprove. I have the hood ornament. Bent and all that. It will get adjusted on the way down. Nights like these. Hope more gets involved. Will work harder. Need a nudge. The crust wins.
Holding the pin. In the pig pen. In the end. Mix the same. Off the game. Will swell up. What a honor. Find her. No longer in high honor. Fade. Gauge later. It was rigid in the end. Paint these four walls. Tight in the inside. How wide do you want it. Give as a gift. Lift on contact. Is a promise. Be honest. Hinted at for all to see. Giddy. Fold. Hold up. Gated community. Planet on a dime. Chill. Ring up. Must be joined. Never the reason. I'm not in it for the season. Graduate. Jolted. Hovering.
Always the pattern. I might just jump out of the window. Pity. Always the dirt. Unheard of. Spoons. Live outside ready. Ever questioning. Always needy. End around. Will pounce when ready. Never the design. Will hide. Soft sand. Pillows
For me. Might impress. A dog show. Pointed whiskers. Ratchet it up. Will suspend.
I'm not a lending tree. What the tree forgot. Keep on believing. Will instill. Seal it.