daus loud did did doer!
(dos laud D dowdy odd,
rick rowdy sod)
rack riddum didum ur

saint so sir 'aveta years:
rick rowdy sod
dos laud D dowdy odd -
a moola to la sears

dose crip uh finger's aim
(dos laud D dowdy odd)
rick rowdy sod,
chill blue ensign you name

~

Song (In the Swill of the Even)
� 2003 by john e

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
I smear the living-down
upon my face
like manners' waste
it dessicates my crown

O, O, O, O,
This breach of mad pursuit
cause comatose
in every most
tree-high we finger flute

Eep, Eep, Eep, Eep,
Free range the moosemouse darts
conscription kills
most lanky thrills
now smudge the scopes and charts

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,
I turned in like the rain
snug in a boast
of Sunday roast
a track as choo choo train

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
She bastes the opened wide
the rest of peers
it niggling hears
the ruckus baked inside