EULOGY AND PUFFERY II by Ebi Robert and Jodekss Gloatkenf

This is our agreement: The first: We've met and we are talking about the supremacy of beauty and grace of the ladies we love. I am of the opinion that my lady is the best and you are of the same opinion as well. So we shall eulogize our ladies. You shall speak in one stanza, while I speak in the next. We put in every effort to create the praise greater than the previous stanzas that. This we shall do until the end. Then at the end, you summarize that we are simply men in love.

Fairy land had to mould this fairy belle in within my reach
I shall spew of her glowing eyes and colourful lips; shall I not preach
Her ministry, her aura which compels the mighty men of valour to complain
To curse their own misuses to win my belle with a refrain?

Ebi Robert:

Speak of her ministry and never Pass to speak of mine
She is dirty for stanzas, blue black lines, fatty fats and fine fart
Thou shall screw the perfume, smell this goose and goose this goose
Till nothing for nostril, shall thy holes dew for her few...


First, she be to me as another nought from the North without worth
But the very villainy veil cursing the course of this cherub ceased
Suddenly swiftly slid lost then fervour be outpouring in thought
As yet my might as a Maharaja cannot grasp her charm so fleeced

Ebi Robert:

Oh, to the north be gone her fairness and fare!
For to the East wind moves my band that brags
I bomb and bamboozle every bard that brags
For she's worth the West and the South miles that bend
Beg thee that thine speech don't feast thee
For I spare no sec for she does ease


Oh! Shall I not proclaim and profess confessing her pleasing tease?
With ease she smiles wide blowing the whole wide world apiece
And even the goodly good cooling cute gazes of white ones -
Weighting in the West office
She comptrols as my Maharani within beauteous gazes n' touches
Her skin alone, in their natural self shall I in love send seasons of praises
And shall I not reiterate with pride the prestigious cheers this cheek encases? 
Ebi Robert:

Her pleasing tease to proclaim?
Aye, I, myself, only I sight her pleasing kiss
Wet wine that wave my waist to daily soak in winery
I blast the winter wind and whitish wings, of stories to be told
Of how pure a beauty was,
of shy was the scary sky-
Shall the sky not be shy?
When the earth bear buds bogging this born
Burn thee and shy if thou may
Once scared for this western Kiss is twice skilled for this southern tease


Sniffing in her passing chariot of pinkish embrace in odour of essence
Bewitches me and not only that, nay, but also other high borns
She is low born
She is no low born
But high born like the princess the Princes of Persia-
Allot ages waiting for to sense
And she's being low high born with zillions of stars reeking her passages
Wanting to cuddle, mingle, commingle
As thee the audience be being been fallen already in her catchy cages
As she 'tweaks' 'tushed' twisting her shaped behind by
Rousing chariots as they match pass
As the farmers plucking their ripe and ripping pretty pawpaw drop to grass
To follow her cursing elegance as killing as it be as loving she as well pass
Ebi  Robert:

Nay, thy lady learns
Mine is charioted by Zues on Olympus and clues
Mountains top and mountain deep
Beat by beat, speed by speed
She seats on golden stool stealing the heavens’ view
Wind by wind, speed by speed
She sail the clouds, of wisp and flash
Tickling lights in cloudy lights
For she, the queen returns a visit
Like she did to Solomon for wisdom view and viewing too
And Aye, for she measure must plus how men sail her coast to view her too


Tho' Zeu's a myth but of Solomon I encourage through towards then
Lo behold the commands of her feathery thudding cat-walking
And the maze she holds through the den
Like the Deborah deary, daring the disturbia –
The disturbing kings against the centre of the earth
As she is a lioness who's roar alone even with mane-
As mighty and bulky bullying as they parade
Rouse with respect as each piece of hair heard
Her pride and settle with their cutting grade
Less she's graded she might degrade-
And stop to prey and pray for me to feed
Lest the others alike come comely with their
Poor pretty's to waggle tales told to jot
The manager of my heart and the keeper of my mind
The queen I shall for free lib my oeuvre for from here
To the space and back I shall the stars know and record well and firm
In their epoch
Their once lived a bard boy who fell for one drama Queen to 'em
And scribes from galaxies and the milky ways shall hold our legacies
For this one, this very one, this one with luminous eyes is priceless 
Ebi  Robert:

I spark my ways to seven stars, say perfect look my eyes
Thou canst refuse her polished hair weaved with diamond threads
For Zues no myth to raise her brow
For at my imagery I maze her pace
Little passes these lips of hips
Without spitting the blaze of her face
Spit for fire and brim, while I ash every dinner of doubt
Mind no Jupiter for godly taste
She makes merry for idol's sake
Stay and make her praise
I shall grant you and summer holiday


Come, I am coming to come along with wit with
You compeer to compare my Queenie
With another planet pure pretty witty as the earth be
Vast in complex simplicity with the morn sky which canst but be
Cooling like like the cool rock rocking with touches of the breezeing dawn
Down from the foams walking company up the firmament of of heaven
Could be culled to be her hairdo she plate just of recent
As they glimmer and light with lighting effect with grace bellowed by
As each of her lexicon let out are healing rain drops
Which feeds souls and impresses my thirsty mo
As the feet of the earth upon which her feet dances upon as she dramatise
As she works
As she walks
As she stands
As she jumps
Gives good glorious manure to the feeds feeding man
By making 'em plummet proper on on time 
Ebi  Robert:

I compare not the these hairs that are paired
I severe the beau that is clear
Comparison comes when two takes to pair
And severe when two stink to near
Thine lady stink to near
She lows, she bows and goes
When mine beau is told
I feel for the Excellency of her smile
that seals miles away her cheek and beam
Burn the iris that is ill when hills keeps her skills
For she walks and talks like everything that is won


Shall I be 'busive in remarks then this panegyrics
Would these not lose the premier?
Shall change I the tone to clear the’ for her the calmly Clyde
Then shall this praises not be watered with all the elevations wore it afore?
I shall but not enjoin in the course of cause to curse
But to park darling dirt together where they are born frosh
At the breaking of the day when the time's as appealing as the
Amazement resting in the faces and
The doubly gazes of Davinci's drawing
And shall I not put lahar into effect from-
The beneath backs of the earth to rise up
To form funky fine furnaces of fairy flameless fires
To mould her face via same
Shall I not break the dirt pebble, light and gummy in countless companies?
As the she shores' sands merit and make 'em into gummy
And as 'colorful as the statute of liberty with the glowing gold rounded up
By doubly direless moons, shining sons and jupiters jogging by same
Whilst the mars with her cooling oven shall always stabilize her diamond bodies
With her effects... she has merited more than these, o please, she has'. 
Ebi  Robert:

Whilst Mars matches by, I spit clues of what precious visage I cage
But will space via void vomit nothing as she walks?
See, I bear no curse for comparison is but on that Son and Sun spoil no sum.
For blood bath the son and beam bathe the Sun
See, pretty explore the ribbons hung that flesh
Reddish spots that spurs the dots form for fought
Ho! Diators that Gla, seal swords and spoil
To win but her is something worth
Flora-her they done, they gone
Her princely curves they done, they gone!


My titular princess and queen of the empire of my mild mind
This the pride of barbados I have spoken for for real
The mustard seed as dome and precisely chubby to be still
Mother of many mothers who princesses and queens in kempt polite with seal.
I shall immortalise you like marble not like a rusting steal
Or make you be reeled by millions, billions, zillions of centuries to fall
In my roles and child and children to be born shall reel this, even
And marvel with tears of joys rolling down like fountains of glories
From their eyes filled with fulfilled joys in the heart for these stories from storeys
And shall wish for your fate and this of love and fervour I share thee
And shall pay you tribute on daily bases as if she be their breath to be.

Ebi  Robert:

Doth the Rose not know that she rouse?
Or that Rome wrote of Little Rose?
Mask her once forevermore, she but the Force thou forlorn.
Mask her I swear she is dear-
The sparkling sparkle sparking the tent
Where angels hid to sing of her scent
Vacating heaven for the quest-
Is she is Red, and white and green?
For Rose she is and green for clean?
The Diators must Gla deep and bleed
And win her heart, so worth a deed...


Tho' I am a or of Caribbean blue but she is in for any blue as it blue, Chelsea blue
Thus I shall sue
Sue those which lie up looking at us all in the scalp, the firmament
The sky, the clouds
The cumulus and its crossing chiding chores up high
She is as high as the same and as be as very vital
Like the salt be very august to the composition of a better soup
Then to the nimbus with her nearness and nearness always nigh
As she be at a distant land of Ekiti yet but in yonder and lingering
I am as close to this diva who's bearing my fate up raising my fame
Past like the Madiba of the South of us like the stratus straight
In paces as she plain like the plane, Air force 1 respected as with its chiefly powers
And polite enigmatic prowess
She bears as she cruises the faces of heaven to come down to go up
Dialysis tho' but she is as pure in the heart like the angel who refused to fall.
Ebi  Robert:

Aye, complex commerce means this trade..
Thy lass at last is for worthy prize
Yet, dicey my lass she sure must last -
She sings and birds keep still and blast-
Why voice and us, miss they the tune ?
Dawn dawn on thee
On voices resting on me
Bless now this queen she conquer my sins..
Too sweet this queen she suffer my sins

Of all, in all, to all, all in all we both big bard bad boys be foolishly insane lovers
Crazy and would wet ourselves stupidly just to praise and paint in covers
Lovers who might or might not leave us in spite
Of our ages and tussles to praise same
But shame to be not to such game
As we've in goodness and even refrain even for good the ills of these belles
Forth and back back and forth for good and not gore
For adore
Not shame
For fame
For glorious reeling for eyes to be to see and
Ears seated all ears to hear as the low and richly hand and
To meet or to count these panegyrics of scansion amount
Aye, till even time itself run out of tick-tock paces trying to count.


  1. Excellent!!! A really interesting read...
    Will there be a third part? I'll want to read it


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