He took photos in low light,
laid seeds amongst crow’s fright,
sad he didn’t sow right,
All efforts came out grainy.
He was insane you-see,
All hard work and no money.
It’s hard to be sunny,
when all dark clouds are
dottin’ the I’s in the crowds.
Someone please give him a towel,
he wants to agree and be consonant
but lost at Wheel of Fortune, cuz he forgot a vowel.
For him to rebuild his alphabet soup, will take a while.
Shine here, shine there, his shine was not even nor fair,
like a spot of missed Jerry Curl in someone’s hair.