You were a dream of late nights whose detail Of rock-n-roll, rap, and a silence dense Wi' import, of sheer craziness (you thence Could not abide was it?) are lost. These hale Blue skies own nary cloud nor blot to scale; And how the minutes don't acknowledge hence Such visions, as lo, baby leaves fr'intents Now whisper secrets on the wind's exhale. I burned my fingers oer the tea as twere, Til oh! they hurt. Let's say you never knew. Tea with the toast I dropped ere toasting (poor As fumbling is) was fraught as wont, yet to Effect that bracing cuppa I'd yearned fer. Yes, I should not, erm, sleepwalk is't think you?
...I've run flat out of popcorn for laughing whiles I watch this show called my sorry existence.