Blarney Stone

A poem in the tradition of Joyce

Me own midder beclimbed by rigadoons
Develop inert vellow miscreation 
And I amidst the melt of marrow and wilk 
Quaffolded enter dicter castle clamber.
For to see and kiss to mouth and bruise
And ballow merry fingers to tender touch
Pilated under brass and castle specks
Pillowing riots of queued contemporaries
After glowing chambers took to valley.
And at the highest tower came the mulley 
Milky mellow madder making music
To pile file down down down into bedded
Posture, pink lips pursed to pillow a gift
That swell falee fallah fallingering child
To cave to come to clean to empty all
The flues of flack and flunging flannel
Flattery soon to sump and scump and jump
And chump to wafe and worf high in the sky,
Black arrow drenched with lunar blood
My gift, my gab, my garb, my gard, my gall
My call, my cowl, my keel, my peel, my heel.