We isss all set we were…
Over here on the coastas are we, Biden our time, our Precious taking shape…
Fire for burning, saw for cutting, rivettess clever rivetstess (just plastic circles on Wendy’s gift card noooo one need know)
Nest empty, sooooo empty, no baubles, no lites, no shinny lites hurting our eyes…just grey plastic, white
Bones…
Let them have there pantos (too tight, hard to swim in), there Missiletoes (too dangerous, too loud) there crackers (too crunchy in our hands, too soggy in our soups)...we would meet the line of Death, we would submit our Precious on time…
We could have won by the two sweetest words we could have…”Dee Falt! Dee Falt!”
Never us mind! We won’t! Back to our piles, back to plots and glue, back to paint pots, sometimes too! Now scuttle away, scuttle away, scuttle away we crawl!