Creative rhyming

A breath of fresh air on a cormorant's wings
I think I have caught the jist of this Poetic string
 
If ye'll jist wait a momint, I'll get off me chair, and sing
To the honour of the flinging of unlikely rhymes around,
 
Though what a deceit, when it's not a complete 'un
We're not yet replete; an inordinate hunger for rhyming persists
 
Destruction must come when press river in spate is
And though we might know that the tapping is phoney
 
Religion claims gods, but we know that they lie t(ch)o us
While some claim fox spirits, and others a vixen,
 
You have no assurance or insurance that's bondable
That the faithless don't end up where they didn't expect to,
I must go beyond since I'm called Zubi-ondo.
 
From the Slough of despond to Venician rondo
We are conned to respond, while not fond of crescendo.
 
Ildebrando Pizzetti did occasionally rise to Le Altezze del Primo Mondo,

But more famous were Respighi, Malipiero, and Casella
 
From Misunderstanding to a modern day Prophet
I would have to seek solace in the payment of homage
 
Or go to Paris and on camera say "fromage",

and saunter downwind of a Llama for a Hamlet sandwich?


* Last minute edit:
Thesaurus - A small harmless dinosaur that survived by talking it's way out of potentially dangerous situations by using flowery language.
 
Still, in comparing the time to that of Greewich
whilst travelling the cosmos studying the concept of string
 

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