Alzheimer's Angels are lovely old farts
When they can't remember it breaks our hearts...

The susurration from the breaking wind
Was irenic as a gentle, subtle breeze...

Many a bean have I tasted
So my point is not wasted...

By the spell of Eros, I have lusted
Blinded by these demons most of my days...

While tailing a couple under suspicion
A motorcycle cop was in transition...

The crux of angels wings are their pinions
They aid the heavenly creatures in flight...

May the fields get a combing
In the hours of days gloaming...

There once were kittywampus wings
Attached to kittywampus things...

I tried to write a poem so fine
But it seems I fell a little short...

I just took a shot of eighty proof.
I'll cut that old tree over our roof...

A simple solitary soul
Searching for power...

When Johnny came marching home
All races were allowed to roam...