after Major meltdown,
the Principal problem
is General Chaos.
Figuring out 1 squared, Private setting, and convincing ducks to row, and
frankly, they’re not the best
Their wheelhouse is impersonating weeping bovine on Snap Chat
I’ve heard, and
the squeeze on Colonel Mustard never helps, ‘cause
then there’s Poupon everything.
(Grey areas, you know?)
is playing ketchup
–ever tried to improv vinegar?
It’s plain awkward if someone’s bought the Ranch, and that’s disregarding the obvious entirely:
You need a knife to make it go over well,
and it’s Buddha bitter, and that’s
with sour grapes dba
please imagine or perform pattycake gesture twixt chin & chest, and
insert appropriate punctuation & metric footies here
I’ll…sew, but hint that parentheses might be in order.
check out those stiches you’re in, and good to go-go boot is we?
(not a shoddy shoe for metric foot in tatted sock)
It’s the specter of respect!
(boo, and bless me)
That’s the Crowning grace.