Relax? More like rage-
Stank universe won't get off the stage.
Yelp out y'mathematics, addition by subtraction, now you're addicts;
In the attic, dress up like the Big Bad Wolf,
Hurtle through the ceiling trap door,
George and Virginia feinting; leave that - proof kneaded before;
I know you counted on mis-connects
unfocused Fridays
but that went sideways,
Revisited plans and outcomes got the best of hideaways.
You thought thought was skinny, the sgraggly drumming of David Paip,
not, bless urchins, keeping time with the fire escape.
But you miscalculated, the route now messed up,
Better back to that collection,
your trucks is hessed up.
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