Mad Boffin Nights!

Sometimes in the...la-BOR-uh-TREE      
I mix and match my words      
then truss them up exquisitely      
for all poetic nerds.      
     
Then I mélange old lexicons      
with rusty knives and glue      
and ponder naked amazons      
where I describe the view.      
     
I switch to neo logic thought      
in strange syllabic bits      
all to conform just like a knot      
around their champion tits!      
     
My midnight mind gets all agog      
for beauty in all forms      
of digital or analog      
in anatomic swarms.      
     
And then I pat each pipe dream chick      
right squarely on the ass      
to see if she's a lunatic      
for poets extra crass!      
     
Then I moved to the bonny maid     
who pays her union dues      
in every brand of sexy trade      
to daze and then enthuse!      
     
Soon the hour of the witch      
would test me when I marked      
that every witch would wear no stitch      
when they on brooms embarked!      
     
They'd come and go just as they please      
but mostly they would come      
by way of nympho-manic tease      
set to a bacchic drum.      
     
And by that beat we played till dawn      
when everyone dispersed      
except for out upon the lawn...      
one cow girl...reversed!      
     
I asked her if I might assist      
to help her from the grass      
whereat she turned and gently kissed      
my fantasizing ass!      
     
Twas then she vanished in the air      
and I was left alone      
with dictionaries everywhere      
on centerfolds I own!      
     
Which then assembled in a flash      
of harnessed solar beams...      
only to burst into the ash...    
of mad poetic dreams!