Easy as you please,
scrib a T. Accuracy,
breeze, contortion,
each will be an ally
in the endeavor to
hit the perp in the
ninety on either
side of the column.
Gather wits and bits
and snits; carry pleats
and treats and beats;
all poems go to seven
arches drive, beyond
the bridge and over
a meadowlark, an
attic in other words,
two tees in the wind,
ready for a swing and
a miss and ring and a
kiss, to promise to be
capital, every day until
the alpha beta de-parts.