Unduly do I cause confusion
In the sack at night at nana’s bed time
There cradled her apples swell
There cradled well, in pleasure and night
That something wert off but none the less the lamp
Struck him in the corner of his eye as bright
And suspiciously so
That any other mechanism other than light
And the light of light
Could transcode his thoughts
Well he had had enough for the day
To be sure