The Pointless Pointlessness of ¿

Now in utter pointlessness, I come to say, that made up words, are quite fun today. I like to rhyme, to take up some time, so that I can talk to you about a lime! Maybe I will be, or maybe I will see, but for you and me, there is some tranquility. Maybe in this place, on my website of grace, or in another space, that has left without a trace. But for sure I know, that I am going to go, to the next paragraph as this space will show.

So I am a confused song writer that makes up pointless rhymes and sings through rough times. I tend to rhyme for no real apparent reason, no matter the season, or the time. I just like to do it, maybe I blew it? If I get a disease, it might be quite a squeeze for those little critters since they won't please me but rather give me the jitters. I have written many songs and tunes, and have done a few wrongs leaving in ruins. But still I live on, until I'm gone, from Terrace to Paris I travel like the wind, in sound I've found that I am happy, for I have sinned and feel sappy. The world is a ball of cheese will you please?

So I sign off here once again. I apologize and sympathize for this pointless information here and now, I don't know how, but wow, it's quite a task to be me so don't ask. Goodbye.