Poets

hell if i know what matters when matter itself is mad as a hatter... charming are its quirks when top down, strange are its cheers when bottoms up!

did you hear about the rhinoceros that fights fire? i bet you have never heard of anything so preposterous... but i swear if you light a fire,

she guns for the throttle, he gives an amused look... she assumes a wintry descent, he gives a wry smile...