outside up, rightside out
i'm confused without a doubt.

poached french-toast? duck bombay?
you've chased all my sense away.

watch a book, read a bike -
is this what love is really like?

wash the pig, feed the car
you've made my wits as sharp as tar.

Bunyan, John, met a big blue fox -
my reasons crashed out on the rocks!

chase the moon, catch the sun
being with you sure can be fun.

scatter the sky, drink the stars
this world's a prison with no bars

classic fads and gold galore
O Poetic Muse.
You
I
adore.