flabulous misattendance at festive full of no sales

festive----- full of no sales. neither were ales to my avail.
rather elected a quayle to enumerate bleak bails.

masted miser
no wonder you sit in harbor, loitered upon the embarcadero of didn't go

for the show bout fer the fullmind blow.
pensive pirates yo-ho at the flabulous misattendunce.

we create our own hours of misery by the link,
clinked by shank and musty rank

to a dock more of a crock'o dials that wind up bread(
fer the dead: steeping relative in a harbor

of absolute hirsute cute with a side whammy to boot.
lest thee misremember the shredded vendors of

a no sales fleeceing, recall a million person prediction
and the lone shopper mauled by minions of miniaires