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