It's not an allegro salad

It's not an allegro salad
 
in the ministers pants.
 


What could possibly go
 
wrong now that Renoir's beard
 
is on fire with the muses
 
privates - We swim more
 
than we aim to please
 
and as such expand the
 
backseat to a parfait of
 
homosote - Thus seeking the
 
last semi-tone in this A
 
just and senseless room of
 
harlequins - all dancing for me
 
in a sea of riddles and
 
frozen daiquiris.