A storm of greed that rushed out need,
It seems a reason that’s meant no treason.
Yet time has lost the incredulous risk.
That swoop the loops of tumbling week.
The dumdletee lumpetee deed um.
A hum like none other than thee.
Such jolly like golly a heartfelt ahoy!
Skipping through rocks and pebble, what joy!
Is time the stoppage that rhymes with rampage?
The momentous nothing of laughter and ripple tine.
From this moment I can only fumble and tumble.
Through glee and jumbled up double.