your pet fish would never make life original
the dew stinging a brow-beat can squirm like tonic
fat tonal balances yield to junked out starfish
and the noses stop smelling just in time for Christmas
no it's not nonsense, no sense, no it's not
not if you're tense, two tents, not it's not
it's plaid by a fridge in the air, not a bridge
so don't despair the air, we all care; so there.