The tempting temptations of the four on the floor
Turn the limerick to leather
Settle sessions in the score
In the character I implore
The swirling of the lore and more
The waving on the shore
Delight curling in the pour
Brandy in the glass
Music from the past
And tracks that walk laps around folks that nap
The key is simplicity
Percussion and the timpani
Of hearts with art sharper than the sword cart
Apart from all things is wisdom and with them
That speak spells into your circadian rhythms
Bridging every schism with letters embedded in the parlor gossip emblems
Tattoos and sneaking gold grills into places where the rainbow breaks to pieces
Colored in my ethers and light with white and night but not limited by either
See Through lenses speakers vertices that vertically ascend through your deep creases
Iron where you leaking gold where you freaking
Listen carefully to this rhyme that I am speaking
This southern speech can give your mind a little reach
If your language you beseech you’ll find lessons you can teach
Peace.