Not Assessed


Deft in folly, 

he's lacking wonder;

the banana peel,


Is he to blunder? 


Poor Child, 

'tis a trance;

the echo sounds,


Has he lost the Dance? 


Eyes averted, 

the ears connected.

Relative cubes, 

to be respected. 


Etch a soul,

out of silence;

and in the dark,

find compliance.


For the warning

is dismissed:

a fleeting pirouette,


The spiral rekissed.


Thank'ee, thank'ee,

ye mystress wonder;

Humpty hath fallen again,

indeed, another blunder. 


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