Why did you shout at the French police?
Hallucinating bulls who cross the sea.
Know what I thought mirages must cease.
You say you’re wrapped in jelly for the geese
Yet you have heard voices speak to me.
Deluded, you cut out a flounce for peace
The prodigal will not have a watch unswitched
What seemed good now will not say, Hi Di
Such wry messages are all untidy, creased.
My specious grace by worry is now teased.
I would have graded all the people’s wee
You shut out my dance by wearing fleece
Those who feel commotions are the least.
What’s a bum?Whatever let it be!
So , from messaging, I made a frieze.
In private parts, I shall curtail your lease.
No longer yours, I want the BBC!
Why did you snack on the ounce of peace?
Now my Cohen oranges make beasts.
How my heart sings 