Poem by the other hand of Prometheus, maybe Oedypus got the looks...
|Patient ought lithe
Lithe ought the strength to know
Know ought the did
Did ought the course in kisses blown
Stone of a chancy meeting, with a next in honor
To confirm, if not a few
Of better observations, than a cold harbor
These shared snakes and ladders are who...
Is it me?
Or are you a little paranoid, about a fish in the shade
Colloquial to quaint, common to quiet, not or its heed
Celery makes perfect company, if you can find the time for gay
What am I?
Your teeth or the truth, truer by too?
Simple tickles will cost you a meal, with the nerves on a cry
Still wondering, give me one, you...