When we joke
About a rhyme in the rain
With teeth to teeter, and taught with hope
My needs are foremost, as if we all have it to say

Burden in fair
Token tragedy that comes to first's nigh
Lot's of liberty we find in the embarrassment of cares
That began with somber note, but ended, with the revolution of sigh's

A gift from a friend is delivered to a door
And a smile is left, in the heard bell or knock
Taken to decency and the door itself, where a lip has it to form
A callous eye, a given charity to ask, will decision's ever look?

The punch line:
Is that gift from a beauty or a life toward?
The tale of simplicity to inure, when spare kisses have the time
Pleasance is a new friend, with a sock to the chin, hard

Who was this? commonness
How do I return the favor? god bless
Can we play the youth for a fortune in gaiety? season's attest
Does we, the couth we name a frank tread, know how to excuse a life? for yes...