Variola’s Wind Poem by L.P Omar

Mind is gurgle gurgle, everything is waggle
An unknown Intoxicate has inebriated me today.
What should do alas? Don’t get to find any way!
It is grim loving that recurs gone to heart-dangle.
Mind is gurgle gurgle, everything is waggle
What do now alas!

Ho loving Barge, don’t understand your Phantom-play
That your Endearment touch, Fuddle me every-day.
Me too that a Sot; an thoroughpaced player
Want to clash your Flaccid, Mellow and Dangle limb.
In this twilight, what mien you expose me?
I burn and burning by your Colossus inebriety.
Mind is gurgle gurgle, everything is waggle
What do now alas!

Ho Siren, certes, you are unconquerable
I alluring to your abysmal and Vacillation of phase.
Bow I; by this your love-loving game
I do love you that you also me.
You gave me all; and mixed your breath with my
Know all trees of nature; over known that blue Sky
Loving Estuary you, ho Variola’s Wind.