I want your eyes, mind, and even ears all in.
It's a new world, from plays to sonnets.
The first few lines of my Shakespearean
Scribblin' lining up like bolts and what? Knuts.
Yup--
Yo, in the hole you gots only pens and pulp.
If symbols and meanings come between us
Then it's the squirrel's world, nuts and bolts.
Feed the needful thing, pursue it like Venus.
See--
Think a Costanza extravaganza.
Think Seinfeld, Much Ado About Nuttin'
I double-dipped with a pun last stanza;
Have some food for thought! Drink up, too! Glutton!
Whew--
Whew--
I'm tired, going nuts, a crazy fella.
Third time's a charm, paronomasia.
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