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The Shen of Secret LimesThis shen of limes, it mimes the meekThe Shen of Secret Limes by Makubatsu
who shuffle shells and pelt the sleek.
When lost in sight, the songs are right
if tongs are bright with bongs alight
to wrong the rights and fight the sheik.
To save the day,
the bays in pain
with aged disdain
make waves of grain
to pave the sane,
make way for gain,
and play the game
for grapes untame
and lame with shame.
Who seeks the beef must be the cork
with haughty rot and naughty spork
to fend the bat of happy shens
with limes in store, or more, to fend
the fierce attack of ash and sand
that makes great wax to taxi land.
Who is the lime?
Who is the spork?
Where was the rot?
The beef is pork?
The song is zork?
The bird: a stork?
This shen is limes,
the limes are bork.
A glossy sauce to bat the gong
the bossy floss to gloss the bong
the floss of sauce to boss the song,
and still the shen, in secret, sneaks
where fruits are pies
and limes are leeks

A Sauce in BloomOnce sought, the shen of spice is flaxA Sauce in Bloom by Makubatsu
At ease, the leek is lost to tax
When meat, the meek are brought in stacks
to feed the borogrove
Once slack, the stack of meat is more
At loss, the sauce defeats the door
When struck, the ruckus soaks the shore
to mortify the cove

The Psidm of the Black EschinoWith wicked bat and fast arrayThe Psidm of the Black Eschino by Makubatsu
The black Eschino comes to play
No dragon has ten hats in stock
To counter the enigma shock
Unleashed with wrath and made to stay
Upon the brow of shens in bloom
To herald all the saucy doom.
With room to spare, the shen is late!
A frenzy heaped upon a plate
is found around a mound of glaze
with glory stored away for days.
Now dragons sit awake to bait
Eschino's fiends, by all accounts,
with purple strewn in lewd amounts.
The things are thought at lots of ease.
A ring is wrought with pots of cheese.
The chef of shens prepares the dish.
Eschino comes to break the wish
where roguish bot is sought to please.
A door is odd, a chair is bold,
A chest is locked, a stair is mold.
A roast is gold, a tale is free,
Eschino calls for lack of tea.
The drought is hard, the bard it weeps!
No drop of joy to feed the creeps.
And still the bitter fish at sea
make fortune to the blue they drink
and give a grin and start to sink.

Crystal Triptych Dragonoh loss of beads! it needs a hookCrystal Triptych Dragon by Makubatsu
to look for seeds atop the nook
where sauce is fleece to crease the book
and look for loss in gain
to pain, the wayward steed is sought
no borrowed booth in truth forgot
the fountain pen that mends the lot
and locks the box of bane
a dragon roars with want for more
the floor is wet, the vets adore
the pet which tore the metal chore
in days of yore and rain
no storm is seen, no beans are dead
the region calls for malls of bread
to serve the socks aloft and red
as elders entertain