Forgetting He-Huckleberry, I Ring-Around-A-Rosy To Bring A Posy Poem by Harindhar Reddy

gorgonzola jumbo-jet le Fay's out-and-out
fata morgana but worst is I have lost
a part of my orchard and garden in a witch
hunt for a punter - Perhaps, blindly
and bluntly hunt ever you know, almost a zigzag
wigwag chase in chiller-thriller, Thrill-thrall!
through daedal intricate emotions
and sky's frenzy commotion, Mephistophelian
spirits rejoiced scurrying-hurrying my driver lost
license and balance losing innocence;
debarring everything and debating for nothing
what I wanted to see, forgetting he-huckleberry,
I ring-around-a-rosy to bring a posy

Muck-amuck mucopolysaccharidosis killed Mugwump
Now I'm lost amid a forest of fears,
fountain of tears in the San Joaquin Valley
loly, loly, shilly-shally perhaps my search
has come to stall, a cockamamy merry andrew;
I can no longer pretend even if get an Oskar
The better solution is take as I am,
For a seeker in search of love, or spiritual quest
after going through a maze of jamais vu and tohubohu
the sought is finally discovered in hidden
self made burrow, a catacomb.