Yes. He is Right. The ****** of the Foot
To clear your Cache from Un-Licensed Folly
For Season's Head be his; Though top his Cute
Keeps his Shirt within his Testimony
And why so, we ask? Though Shine's Tempting Phase
Smiles her Invitation for your Accord
Considering - your Ripened Fruit will taste
Sweetness from the Flesh; Sour from the Word
Yet till when must these Base Tenses beware
Task our Wild Syllables from Preconcept
If with Fingers shutter those who would dare
To **** your Virtue with such Misconcept.
Power to the Ball. The Kingdom God's Sport
As most Dippers fare a better Consort.