I'm back and at it,
I was an old burnt out candle,
My flame was growing unlit,
Sometimes, it's all too hard to handle.

My hair is short
I grew it long
I missed that sport
No, not pong.

This all adds up to an interesting thing,
Can you guess?
There's that ping,
My mind is a mess...

Of Extraordinary Shings

Take two Spoons, and see where the Sugar bruise
Far-advised they must in Colour, contour
Bet for the Shades; Yet though Red at best, Blue
Twice shopping for Pets in console does pour
Haply do beg, then, cop this Tired Shout
And perscribe the slip to Praise you instead
Even though, by dough, what the Tripe's about
And fry this Belligerent Fish for dead
You knew as the Wrong which should have been Right
Yet cast the Charmer to part with his Staff
But there, with She, took your Honeycomb's Might
Did Good to yourself whilst Others are apt.
Now with your Shings, that change your Vendor gave
Rewind your Perception; And opt you Brave.