( abstract poem )

Quite near the ziggly wanton lake
she squeaked with joy at his mistake,
and 'neath a quigley slip slap track
she got more misty satisfack.

The crowd gasped in spasmodic awe!

The clouds hissed a verizontal day
as ticking subjects crossed her tray.
Quickly then she dressed a-shimmer;
his mashing smile became flam-flimmer.

The crowd then twitched in brittle shock!

"It's dayspring now . . .the sky . . . the sky
will be cerulean till we hie."
"The thoughtful plans and litany
of enigmatic flight are solved!" said she.

The crowd sighed barbs in fading hush!

Exclusive members crinkled, then,
to try to catch the 'lusive pen,
but fading washtubs soon appeared -
it's what we thought; 'tis what we feared.

The crowd thrashed and crashed to flee the Sun,
and bubble-like popped, yes, one by one.