We like the vaguely vogue

 Surprise   them by  lying  real vague like a dead ghost
 A dread  like a  wolf’s toe nail hit me.Chiropody fee required.
 Shake the tiger by your wail and  you will be safe ,or play dead
 Slow longings make doubt rise
 If only balls could talk,we’d be nuts.
 The spout  was swilling  the kettle’s back on the fire
 Think outside the  frocks
Prick  your seeds daily
But at the dividends of the delay we’d be ok
 Plenty will fish   with no sea,some with no rod,pole or perch.
 Every god has  their decayed half life
 She  smoked like a   tea pot in a brandy store and boy,what pot!
She owed Leonard Cohen a  poem.Without knowing ,he was  morally inbred
Hell ,he eased her pain.His real name.Norman,morning