by 
HARD NUT POEM TO PONDER ON. ASSONANCE, ALLITERATION AND RHYMES.
I came,
To this black water land
Not distant august norms,
Avowed with august approbation.
Dancing behemoth beguile
The crass dancing lass.
Such fidelity won’t defile.
Painted smiles on pensive faces.
Intrepid infirmity besiege the land
Now bifurcated, the mishap.
The once beatific calabash,
Now cracked asunder.
I saw,
The daunting discomfit from drosses,
Baleful behemoth bestowing blight
And even decay, once defunct, now deluge.
Alas, the pity, the pillory;
The pale and shiver,
Bedeviling and plague,
Now scattered cadavers.
As it exacerbate,
I exasperate,
Although my fulsome foible
And manifold malefactions;
I conquered.