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To Whit? To Woo

My absence in July was verily august,
Making grown men cry and my return a must.
Between swallow's beak I hid from cruel posts imparted,

Suggesting I reeked like the recently departed.

But ere i get started may i implore you forgive,
Of my errant rantings, say I live and let live,
But mostly I pray thee forgo,

 My post's wintry censure (for this I must afore cock's crow!). 

And thence twice more, for tis the dread deal,
And all before this orb rounds yon Sun's fiery fixed wheel.

For betwixt now and whence this cuckoo flees the nest,
His fledgling intent must thee test; I must impress, nothing less.
For if my nursery-fed gizzard is with spam thickly freighted,

    Then my much-awaited efforts though droll would yell troll, 

At best, of no use, but maybe much worse.
And what's worst? An abstruse misuse of the good Doctor Seuss!

    Hence, the scarecrow must play inquisitor to this nocturnal visitor, 

Thence not yet returned unto the fold, my bold jurors may scold.
But upon the morrow's witching hour if lark a wise owl hath made, then,

    Shall I fly to the hugger-mugger embrace of your broomstick arms again.