Coneys, that they Breed succulent for Stew
Break this Measure from their Kind populate
As such with my Heart; Bred moments for you
Learn to Love my Mortal Self abdicate
Why this Fragged Lesson chose these Ducts to Weep
When Frilliment's Time corks better with Age
Subtracting your Smile; Which Bisanity deep
Extracted a Loony from that of a Sage
Tripe, it seems, that my constricting Decide
To leave my Bells ringing for your Enrouse
Such god you are; Deaf to Heaven's subside
And Dive past Sentimentals to your House.
And what House it was deserving as Home
Twill bet you prefer my Mouth shouts alone.