Sever the stream of liars snaring babes,

never knowing their end began at birth.

What if, growing creates lifelong knowledge

that will deny, their fates until that day

that breath delays return and fills the lung,

now dry. We hope for more than this to come.

Dabble I shall in this brand new style,

Babble about with new form, flow and funk.

Giggle and shout I mess and play with words.

Ask and I shall confess, jolly, joy love,

To scribble all day my folly, fun, fair.

This new rhyming scheme is fun if you dare.