Telepathy ruled me today
while molding the best bits of clay,
then up I soon stood
and knocked some old wood --
and hated the world, by the way.

A very redeemable thing
is Nature, that famed female king
whose world brims with fashions
whose first and last passions
resemble a very firm fling.

Investments of time and of money
appear to be thoroughly funny
as humans retry
to reach toward a sky
that knows that all noses stay runny.

Our prayers may be voodoo, at best,
and, yet, they possess much real zest
implying devotions
whose might might teach oceans
to reach wondrous moments of rest.

Much newness consumed all existence
and fashioned quite wondrous persistence,
till recentness of
despair and of love
implied an extreme fresh resistance.

Spaghetti was recently served
a person whose motives had swerved
quite far from discretions
that fructify sessions
till nothing quite sweet seems observed.

Some ketchup remains on the plate
on which I reshared with my date
large bundles of pleasure
beyond each fine measure
implying much life really great.

Alive to all meanings of sorrow,
worlds tend to have too much to borrow,
and, so, each new day
seems bound to replay
a song that will burden tomorrow.

When bitten by Nature or you,
I feel I might mainly seem true
to forces that suffer
a fate worse and tougher
than strangeness hurled into fine stew.

The tabloids forever entail
descriptions of what must prevail
when life is a beauty
resembling a duty
as sooty as prison or jail.

Erosion is back in the picture
of how every moment's rich stricture
might amply produce
one wonderful sluice
unable to fasten a fixture.

A poetess came to my door
and spoke of what all lives are for,
but she seemed so breezy,
as I remained wheezy,
all hope soon was lost in my roar.

Some seasonal brittleness brings
a world that produces great stings
as endlessly ready
to build something heady
as is how a bird glibly sings.

Eternally dub me a fool,
but I still will guess I'm so cool
I long might stay able
to tell you a fable
suggesting some optimal school.

Spaghetti is tasty these days
because of some sauce that quite stays
on any new finger
inclined to outlinger
how infancy often replays.

As races persist and endure
as "mixtures imperfectly pure"
I sit in my wagon
and empty a flagon
and notice your endless allure.

For now, please remember to take
the garbage and jump in a lake
replete with much brightness
whose evident slightness
might seem to outshine the last hake!

Examples of silliest verse
occur when I strive to be terse
but end up creating
more kinds of debating
no singer would wish to rehearse.

A fish that has hit my main plate
seems eager to pray, and to state
how churchings are lurchings
that fry many searchings
for priestly examples of hate.

One timid response to the trash
implies some remarkable ash
as ashen and oaken
bespeak no big token
or else are the lackeys of cash.

One meal I prefer is of duck
as roasted as yesterday's yuck,
and much of my being
is nothing but seeing
a tummy undo any tuck.

My appetites gladly receive
much matter your forces may heave,
and, so, you might cherish
an art soon to perish
of letting my senses reweave.

The juices must be the cabooses
that let every meal form rich sluices
whose motions are many
and help the next penny
outshine, say, the comings of nooses.

Incredibly lazy and fat,
I now barely fit in my hat
and often keep showing
the prominent glowing
equating with dominant cat.

Committed to tune upon tune,
we often renoticed a moon
whose sheens were the shinings
of winings or dinings
in touch with a cat and a spoon.