This Ancient Baliste of Anchored Feet hath brought a Set call to Stair on Thy Slate,

there it was plain as Site,

the months on days of sigh,

not twice but Once up on a Slide,

a Photograph cried!!

On about the Story was a Barrel of pickles,

dill, sweet, cucumber love Oh for the garden that plumbed this Row,

dance about the tree on Morals & cribs,

responsible ride!!

Galloped over to swing a See the vice A vision of lather the Sweatshirt a Hooded cream,

butter Jam the Peanut Butter burns,

bred to sing,

the lasp was latched bye the eyebrows blinking Cry!!