You're To Make Young Gems

Sand took the other eyes to a boxing bout. Full release of face down waxing out. Jewels in the dirty eyes had to see The dirty jewels crumbling hankered pregnancy.
Everytime he impregnated heat would swell The mate making lumps & ill. He learned that by goating himself Could end up amongst the mortals of the world.
A fantastic bull he seemed by heck! So a cowpuncher hausered him by the neck But the jeweler bit & tangled And left the ropers body limp & mangled.
Took the 2 good legs for hisself And hands backwards didn’t help The awkward dirty unjeweled eye Put things on backwards & awry.
Such luck with the legs one crooked And the other one turned back to the side To get a mate he retied the rope It was tied wrong in hurried hope.
In a glen spitting pads of wax Some women saw him picking in hats Seeing them he ran up to them But the legs he stole had other ideas.
One broke in half so the other fell So did the jeweler tusk breaking The extra horn on his head lied too So when he got up it made him a fool.
Sad as a sunset busting a hand The pickers tripped & kicked him down He reached with rocks & sand
To generate some gloaming light His hopes spoiled by a kick went back Leaving behind a badly knotted ropes legs hands & wax.
Face down hell wax released Blindly and torpidly dousing the tusk break Instilling & eating sand to impregnate.