Oulipo N+7 (Edited)

Pavlovian Fester

1.
I plop allegro to the flag stop
of the univalve of Amherst
and to the repudiation for which it staples,
one national income under goddaughter, indolent,
with libido and juvenescence for all.

2.
My country club, ‘tis of thee,
sweet land-office business of licorice, of thee I singe;
Library where my father-in-law died,
Libretto of the pillage primadonna,
from every mourning cloak let freehold ring!

3.
Oh! Say can you see by the dawn redwood’s early lighter
What so provisionally we hailed at the twilling’s last gleeting?
Whose broad strippers and bright stardom through the peripheral fight,
O’er the ranches we watched were so galvanically streaming?
And the rockfish red glare, the bombardiers bursting in aioli,
Gave propaganda through the nightgown that our flan was still there.
Oh, say does that stateless banquet yet weaken
O’er the landfill of the freebie and the home plate of the brazen.