I must oh God o help me please
I flail I flop I wail
I no must once and ever succeed
where I only fail

Let’s feed the folly
With sugar feed the folly
Let’s grow the gunk
I think you are my girl I think you should call me
I have this stuff I have this junk
I want to shove it in you
It’s how I wish to win you
yes win you to my cause
down here within the pause
‘tween my promise and your keep
I think the price is fair not so very steep

Lend me a little more sugar
I’ll pour it in the mix
Let me know what I’m good for
please show me where I fit

I’m tired without you
It’s lonely twisting limes
I need you is my sneaky clue
But it’s boring shaking time
in these tall steel tumblers
that always lowly mumble
(sliding marbles in their mouths)
of how I stub and stumble
in slippers lonesome in the house.

Author: I don’t know
Editors: Who can say
In there somewhere I supposed: Bartleby and Amble
Holding copyright and keeping score: Andy Mac Watson