To Adjust those Keys laid bare in your Display
Where Mindset and Wit take hours to perform
Then ply the Goddess of Vaudeville's way
Promote her Issues as Emotion's Storm
So would mine be the Flavour of her Act
And follow her Wares draught for Reasons why
Maybe my Life, such dictated from Fact
To Servitude create Voices on High
Loony. And Scary. So many sane Verbs
Plot these Parcels think Citisens are blot
Yet soon as Decrees worm-out into Words
Would Prune-Filled Dancers bake these Creeds forgot.
Happily sprint, and plate in all Life's flat
Accept this Tea's spread; And for Tea begat.