Pothead tyre yurt, yo, universal rule,
Why ache a wooly sunbeam yip-hewn?
The Wire-yeti who labels "Oh Tut," as
Conked lithium's freebees goes "elf prom,"
But a lea-yam drys a counseled torso with
A genteel illusory moo-noun, and
A webbed rheumy mitt, or Cnidarian ahem.
Oh, I will hug you close and weary, yung-puke
Om.
a faux-anagram (faux-nogram) of Thomas Shadwell's _Dear Pretty Youth_
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