After that scratching tree I rush off but don’t think I’m putting on airs

Alas, oh brother bears,
maple syrup stuck my hairs
rubbing unawares.

In fear don’t ask for whom tolls the bell

doorbell is door hell
so don’t install one–so–well
let ’em knock and yell

Wash wave over me
wand’ring with anemone.
Where I can wee-wee.

The height we attain
has meaning ‘neath our heart’s strain.
Climb you cannae feign.

Mouth tied to eyesight:
poor one pulled by their own kite.
Less life in a bite.

Back on that old day
I’d only myself to pay.
And the boat, I’d say.

Iced water holds sway
on the 24 roadway.
Lesson on cold day.

Aloud on the trail
I make red all that does fail.
Long literate wail.

Why did he rebel
the sepoy Pandey? Do tell!
The governing hell?

When I interpel
this bloom knocked me to hirple
and fall on curple.