Zumba!

One

Root, stem, flower, seed, and leave
We will sure now know what to believe
That the branching of our tree
Continues path of dedicated spree

There are circles round it all around
Manifesting debtors from outside the town
Vipers, even those would never roll as such
Will there ever be a more deserving bunch?

The finality runs deep in blood and stone
There is not a single detail more to hone
Depth-indulgent creatures roaming sore
and waiting
For themselves to wash up on our shore

Two

Listener of half assembled chord,
Hesist, don’t drift, then have it all deplored!
Teacher of the mind and soul
Bothered not to raise you under sole

Infer, and others deter,
As there be a maximal insistence to bow low
Signify and amplify
Or then else resulting viciousness will flow

Or then else…
Or then else…
O…

Three

Branching gardens, leaking quorum
Distances and queries into sum
Run they twisting and delisting
Opionated turns avidly insisting

There’s a ranch in this branch
A cavern in this tavern
Daisies and a pit of flames belong
There is also a dissolving pot
Running her forever hot

Richest tapestry, they’d say
Forming armament soufflé
Oils sans spices yearning for another day

Retinas, ballooning corn
It’s as if the form will not adjourn
Busyness and riddance
Banging on the door

Four

Nightingale adjourned the song
Godly verb’rance vests the corn
Turnip, its gold plating, burns
Acid rivers carry urns

No resultant even perished
Here the comments run asteam
There exists not one prologue to cherish
Dim for one and light for some

Fierce in the initials, shrill before a storm
Captivating in its lit’ral form
Eventuality though implovision
Tickles not just one observant lord

Rum has flowed and flown
Icing on a hardwood floor
Boils it inward, some will own
A filthiest version of all gore