From soon all beady my dove and romance
plop buys me a radius of monthly advance
and gives abstract expressionism a chance
we tremble to book so softly their witness
the tiny push bras like nobody's business
collarbone funnybone and studio fitness
how can a lag dinge for a slow digestion
just dreaming low their next suggestion
to be or not so beat, that is the question
walkabout it doesn't make much sense
my verbal byronea about to commence
as two bold eggs sit on a cake and fence
three olding hens sit on the fent and knit
five juvenile retenders rolling out their kit
artly and hostanously thart spliffing in a lit
zuckering freudily Alsberta around the bend
onder mist blontentious wick willet harksend
and befending our liblyhord to the bittery end
no drugs involved, just some craziness
