three tries they had beneath
the tree and thrice times three
did they fail, never guessing
the sole nein that was in presence
there, not that its opposite
wasn't in attendance too, but
who would ever understand
them, who would want to,
mad and gentle, sternly idiotic,
obeying only sense, and lacking
all intelligence, and to prove this,
words are far more bleak
than tea; three was the rumor,
and 3 was the meaning of the
circuit that held, but like a
dam of clay constructed by
silly beavers in a rush, it only
took one simple painting
to make them hush, our
universe is bigger than your
disease.
