Poesies are demanding leprechauns. It's gold,
them thar rainbows, appropriate, or is it 
appropriated from a land before green,
given up for Ryan. Oh, that was a last
nomenclature, a personal past that is
untraced in my records, and I did not 
mean to get all memoir on you, but 
here we are, second person. We will
not have a title, because our relations
only extend as many lines as we are
willing to read together.