Streaks of peens and pwns in magnitude

Advice and knowledge pbumed on

Words have been exchanged which never were

Alpha has come around, Omega is born.

Delicately the teal deer treads on a Utopian bough

Whistle and thistle and thunderous roar

Are never to see coming back, wanderer in altitude

Leaves in maroon, dom in and again

So in the gray hour and spice and pumpkin rum

I’ll wish a sound to reverberate within

Lost boys have been found again.

And that’s all I have to say about that.