Ahh..
What’s a boy to do when he’s in love with
Blue lagoon, who lives in a pontoon at seaport?
He can’t tell her how he feels,
Only cook her
healthy meals,
He’s not even sure if he wants
Lope for Ether.
Lope for Ether, or another,
Or someone who might appear
But instead of ever approaching
The one he holds so dear
Probably picking up an instrument,
And playing Christmas jeer.
Don’t suck on your thumb too long
Or the roof of your mouth will crush your brain.
-- John Morton, 1995