Thank you, Expectatum Manageria,
your decidedly perfect symbol for how
It Must Be wears the brimmed hat of
popular acceptance.
Up is a slide down from North,
in the parlance of ConFound Prosaico,
made Law under the Treatise for the
Treatment of Odd Numbness.
Guard aGain from those who
might DisSolve the rain into air,
goes the rhyme, poorly translated
from the Genuise who runs our lives.
Past is the word for a Future's YesTerDay,
not present in any company,
according to the Dirtological
Carbon Scar Bicycle.
Busierness results in Well The Stain
on characters weaker by chaff,
according to a report by the
Above Council of ExPerts.
Roman Ryan 