Floccinaucinihilipilification

Whilst I walk along this method described life.
I pick up pace, will and strife.
Next to nothing I climb to my destination,
A keen to structural juxtaposition.
Once I reach the place of willingness,
All I feel is floccinaucinihilipilificatiousness.
I grab a rope and ascend,
All the way to its end.
Once I am there, no one cares,
That only love, is what he shares.
Come one come all, come abstemiously hidden,
First, in front, second in the middle, third one in.
If you ad one more the middle becomes antepenultimate,
Make it this way, try it that way, only then can it be legitimate.

Richard Carter