Elation falls lazy I be,
Laze around that entails.
Lineal not like zeta that shall elate,
Zany to near boil should the boat float lazily.
The zealot drowned by lien in a thin line,
Eaten by loyal goers in the biz.
Neatly is written the bio forced down nail driven forever,
Bye nothing left alone not for any.
Bile comes, Nay!
A long tail dark as ebony,
Tali broken of course boney it is too much.
Laity exerts as bone converts to oat colored dust,
Written is the byline for truths bent to please.
Unspoken lies run oily not to obey,
Collected like lint going nowhere stored like bytes.
Valid as a lions hunger elevated settling in loins not of nobly men,
Tie ones heart by bony lite imbeciles.
Shackled down on tile dreaming of admired inlets,
Rude reality slams its fist on the table to belay those dreams.
Anger to blaze not in a single lane,
I leant when night is not late.
Yon a tale is sung but not for me,
Beauty possessed is only settled on the Nile.
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This poem is made from anagrams from my daughter’s name. There were over 8,000 of them.