Kaleidoscopic Viewpoint

crept him out one darkling morn
where the finnels rail and forn
he's out of touch with all the rest
yet tried to give them all his best
out the marl he did resume
his groberell his sleek jezune
kept his wits tell all was daw
then rolled away to rill and raw
next he squove to be unbound
but all he got was chilling sound
dordel feathers are no good
snaffed and much bedazzled
things that come also go
often somewhat frazzled.
1996