I tried to write a poem so fine
But it seems I fell a little short...

There once were kittywampus wings
Attached to kittywampus things...

May the fields get a combing
In the hours of days gloaming...

Seeds sleeping in the earth
Passionately receive rebirth...

This is not spam or baloney
Covered in cheese and macaroni...

The archer hunts prey
the fisherman fishes...

Alzheimer's Angels are lovely old farts
When they can't remember it breaks our hearts...

The susurration from the breaking wind
Was irenic as a gentle, subtle breeze...

Many a bean have I tasted
So my point is not wasted...

By the spell of Eros, I have lusted
Blinded by these demons most of my days...

While tailing a couple under suspicion
A motorcycle cop was in transition...

The crux of angels wings are their pinions
They aid the heavenly creatures in flight...