Just as you Sing to the Pop-Diva's Tune The Robins will cower and chirp for more I speak for some News I brought this Noon Though I believe you have heard this before: The Pilgrim comes out of the Pool. And begs Your Seasoned Pucker as you make-decide His trunks are no-offense. In Truth his legs, Thick as moss beg your humble dear Confide I guess you were advised after your Shift He requested for your charmed Experiment Second Ghosts appeared; They in turn bereft And granted his Fantasy's sentiment. I should go now. Since more time to pursue Before he stabs me with a Knife-in-Due.