Bound to blush a little and wince a lifetime. I had a go. Perhaps it’s loneliness. Sometimes tilt the head, never to smooch no no no, only to assess what software output looks like on screen. Tilt and blush at the screen. Not actual graphics
Tug me o gracious contentlin, I am bound to blush a little and wince a life time.
Meant to. It just sat there soaking. Meant to joust. It sat there still. Meant to parry. There it stood whilst the villagers whisper. Mean to me. While the people named Keith seem to jostle on my shoulder. Meant to nip in the drying rack. While they drip dry. Mean to be patient. While they dry. Meant to call Sally. Sally please.
Tall Tom beheaded it, lopped off the mind behind this exercise we all did. A walk around the block in the morning. Until it started our backs hurt. Now the one who put it in place ain’t here. Therefore we cower, therefore the rather rosy reign of Sally all ended.
IX. Potent Ore Playing fields