hark!
I hear a bark from the dark
I must be a dork
to know such fork
where I once thought
it might have been a chew
tridents reach intent
and in the light
I saw you
baffled minds unblinded
writting how maybe
could be if be was will be
while wearing a trilby
hats in the ring
hats thrown hatrick
the cat with his mat
was still looking for his hat
of yonder asunder was listening to thunder
lightening fork the duke of york
liked apple sauce with his pork –c
I do adore
a fedora
there
near the sea
an apple nose
an alien trilby
is a trilogy
… one
the likes
of which will be
when be
is two
become
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