The stream of consciousness
All allies, please, ally.
Applyour rhyming method
But do not awry.
No, I don’t belie to what I buy,
It can really comply with my cry.
You can decry, defy and deny everything
But don’t let other people die.
Dry dye in your eye can’t let you
See a fly when you fry a pie.
“Goodbye!” says a guy who
Always greets you with his “Hi!”
His words sound so high!
In July I never lie in my lullaby
And never lie to a magpie.
It may imply that my pry will
Always pass by rye not nearby you.
I rely on God, he replies me “Retry!
Make a deep sigh, look at the sky.
It’s a little thing that can satisfy
You and signify.”
A sly spy looking at you from
Under the sky can specify,
Supply, testify and terrify at the
Same time thereby showing that
His thigh is tied with a tie.
Try to untie it but you can’t,
Then you’ll ask “Why?”
Maybe Wi-Fi is still wry,
Oh, what an air spring!
As if there was a sprite
Who brought a magic ring
And got rid of the blight.
I walked and met a spring
That turned into a kite
And looked like a string
Till morning, till the light.
I’m walking along the street but not alone
In the world that I do not belong,
Will it really last lifelong?
I can’t wait for it so long,
I need to be very strong,
Please, God, prolong the singing of the song
That always sounds in a local restaurant,
Forgive me for everything if I’ve been wrong.
Making up a big charming chart
Is a really great but serious art.
It is famous worldwide
And cannot be denied.
People and charts are not apart,
Charts are people’s one part.
Never put them aside
‘Cause they’re often applied.
All that above sounds very smart
Everything told us my cousin Bart.
I am standing in a small hall,
I feel myself like a thrall.
The hall is where I must dwell,
Never complain, pray and yell.
I dream to see a waterfall
But I can’t do it, there’s a pall
In my eyes in the form of a shell
That’ll grow, get bigger and swell.
It’s only a nightmare’s brawl,
I have a doll to play, don’t appall.