i sing love love to no who hiking
strings and straws and loss of breath
to (and not much to) my liking
speak the word, the shibboleth
lost and found in waves of sand i
sing bath songs of who knows why
do two gandalfs make a gand-i?
can i get that ham on rye?
can i once, before our suppers
skate on fallacies like ice?
no no questions only uppers
worth the cost
at twice
the price
To share is human:
Is it raining John Twaining