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My Valhalla

Most platitudes are atrocious;
Mere cut and paste click bait pomp
By the Avant Garde precocious
In service of a Snapchat romp.

Oh for a wastrel cavalier
To spill an older ink instead
Regarding nights of lusty cheer
On the sheets of a four post bed!

And celebrated with loud hoots
Like huzzah, bravo and hoorah,
And mixed with mead from champagne flutes
On wanton bosoms held in awe!

But first, swap out the bearded axe
For Benny Hill's Yakety Sax!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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From July 25th, 2018
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