Sniffing the Glory of Microcosm

Eppie-J, remarkably unstooped, neck uncrimped, coiffed, pampered, though in babyhood, probably without pampers, running through the rides of Coney in Freak City, perved out of his mind,

Was jaded.

Eppie-J, bright boy, good boy, jangling like jade on a wind chime, breeze of the Atlantic, on a Jersey coast, boasts of women with azurite resemblance to jaguar, if the cat bojangles, avoiding snaggles and entangles,

Especially foreign entangles,

Of the unknown country of women, or whatever it is.