Three Cheers for the Royal Joke

Angry! Bitter! Often! So?

Three Cheers for the Royal Joke!

Mordant merriment dangles fat from cherry-tongued  bamboozlers;
Another  bloated soiree for the opulent fabulists
All popping on Laurence Dacades, and draped with
Sykes designs and stylish frill frocks.

Then

Plummeting globules of luminance!
Showers of  perfunctory racket!
Useless waltzing wads of words!

“Have you heard about the governor’s new humbugging lollygag at the Whistling Wallop Ranch?”

“Decadence is boring these days!
Whatever happened to the old pre sacrificial orgy?
What would be so horrific about laying the sacred blade to some appleknocker’s daughter
Now and then for the sake of fun and furtherance?”  

All the flagrant flies on the faux finish walls revel about in glorious refuse and bunkum!
The entire affair is a papery explosion signifying the punch line to a universal sham.
Spam and poppycock finger sandwiches for all!

"We'll depants the collective buttocks and we’ll giggle until
the Katogi Averoff Traminer booms from our proboscides!”

"Huzzah!”
"Huzzah!"
"Huzzah!"

Author's Note

Never let an unknown person pack your bags for you.