Alphonso had a peppery stubble on a
wrinkly old chin
The girls loved him dearly for his
bouts of chicanery
His eyes sparkled genially when his
thoughts filled with sin
The Alcazar of Creaksters echoed with
clangorous buffoonery
This home for the aged had long spent
its' hey day
On mortals of jejunity whose passions
had frit
To elude the inevitable sagging old
bellies display
Alcazar now home to ratty geezers and
the widows of wit
Draconian measures were needed to self
righteously temper
Tendencies ripe triggering threat of
disingenuous elopement
These old folk held prisoner by nuns of
the Templar
Doors guarded by sirens hounds begging
deployment
Up on the rooftop Alphonso conspired
dematerialization
Layered blueprints were etched in
planchements well gravelled
Witty widows stole bedsheets while nuns
beseeched absolution
While the geezers wove this great
basket from wicker unravelled
Fine needlepoint united the sheeting
o’er tea and cheery faces
An art work ballooning in great
splendid enraptures
Reinforcements were seamed in from all
the mens' braces
Coal blackened pockets from
subterranean adventures
The day of departure came easily
wearing blue sky
A light breeze from the east took them
far out and over the coast
The nuns all but fainted as patrons
diminished to vanish on high
Alphonso you Creakster of Alcazar your
soul will surely roast
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