The Awash Totals Scrubbing

Breezing the Elemental Falls the Watering of the Fire Lawed,

the Flaming spits that kilned the Clay,

to Sourdough I do say,

the wealth is in the dough.

Long to thinner narrows bakes,

the tasting of the showered lakes,

the head of which is changing breaks,

to stale for the bread of rates.

The fiber of the Being in leaned,

caved in to the shoring,

the bits of left to right the meet,

sadly said in silenced sheet.

As notes to posts did nailing,

the Google of the logging,

mowed down the search to leave a lurch,

hanging in the air to speak,

the Titled did knot Sew.

Yarn the fabric to the Thread,

the value of shredded streamed,

to each and every head in seen,

the baster of the speedy talk,

enshrined by locale left to mock.

The crisis feened the handler chopped off,

the Spear of Destiny simply shocked,

for every blurb to each a word,

the Sentence is the gossiping spurred.