Whirr Rees'

The Line of a thimble in the cycle of round,

letter'd a Say in the Infinite Sign,

the truth of the Talk was a constant at Stream,

in with 'the Record' a river born pour,

the spin of a nut to the clear understood,

I hold the 'in Frame' of information as Tack.

The Pitch of composition tied fluid with read,

particular Portions shed Words like 'Go Teak',

to the already wrote a Mind strobe to set,

keeping the needle in the hey have a torc,

the short of the thread to a desk in Mall ped,

'is' thee chalk of the Flour inkin' the dough.

The bake in an fire a lumbering lodge,

too the Wild of Resistance electricity laws,

arctic flight on the switch floor is polar of claim,

melting Mechanics the sky of a came,

tumbler Time the clock keeper Dates,

truss in the Wind a gear for the shoat,

spring in the mud it Cools on the heels,

like feet on the Ab-sent the chute of the Bose,

echos' are Nothing 'ti the Callin groats go,

to the microphone lasting a speech on the Prose!!

Come Mints