Celibate town

The Bible baboon ponders its dwarf arse, would nod at the dawn as it awoke, "O Advent, O hefty coronet toted!"  The hedgehog, it might sense a veil or we a hut birth imitate.  Some envy, "a la" finite army.   In Bombay they do not, if Fraus, buggers, part eider, a lie.  Celibate town's lone hotel, bewitch use with unmarked virgin cactus babysitters, I who stir in the benumbed eventide, moody monkey he faded, O dammed goodbye footage, I achy mafia ace.  Celibate town, bewitch us with unmarked virgin peace, do.  Eastern mystery got knot which many would balk at: cash vat become  rout, dot god, many eager minds babying anodyne tot.  I cashed a label: "us".  The imam's militia and a vodka gang cocked their guns in the cellar and gloated, the colonel forsooth heavier his lettered growl that cooed, ate it.  The imam's militia and its donkeys (hi!) flowed to the west, moving busy intolerant tutti.  I vomited an evasive microcosm, maddest deeds all undone in the thematic Attic throw, tuned smooth Arabian piano.  What secret might I blab them authors in prose, win a viridian sunset, to see liquefy cocky noblewoman defined by an Ovidian turn not melodic, idiotic, flawed?  This is valid, honeyed truth beyond puny vice, holiday whetted Goth non-ham.  The oddity of it, 'tis nobody can openly angry hunt thy day.