there was a happily bard
who poemed and scrawled along
whose fancies were of joni
and the hissing of summer lawns
the sunly rays of see
were coal unto her blaze
where darktime moments were stared
and halflife worn with frays
each ticktock of her being
was tinted with love's deep stroke
wants and gets just distant thinks
fashioned inside a bardly cloak
(c) ArdentTly 071200