The isle's aisle
No longer taught but taut
Fled by ferry the fabled fairy
Playing chords on cords and casting lots.
Despite my dear deer's crooning
Flower petals shunned the flouring wisdom
Of morning dew due to do an undoing
Or was it at eight we ate 'dem?
I bare eyed couldn't eye the bear
Could only bye-bye my shelf by the buy
In a cell shelled to sell their care
The tie-dyed tie wouldn't lie there.
I like the sound of that, this confusion
Ram-shackled auditory oratory of disillusion
Identically, homophonic unity
It's just two, too to,
don't you think?
