Then on the turn,
When the the eleventh was born,
I picked up the horn,
And put the charm on;

Tense, anxious, unsure,
I listened, intently,
To what the airwaves bore,
Pleasantly surprised, heavenly;

This one, velvety
Most amazing tone,
Dripping from a creamy cone,
Bothering, subtly, on ****; grins

What to admire,
The complicated complexity,
Or the cheeky conviviality?
Hmm...cold fire.