Wars over apples wars over wine
war over coal and now with no one left to dial
as they cut the morse code in two
As the Twit ta woo is showering its
plans from hemisphere to hamper.
How too spend these pieces of eight
And last four ink keys and how to
Reed borne again.
What to wear at dinner when already
Dress to the nines And seven minutes late
and a jacket that can’t be reversed
Even if a world can.
And with no else here just a toucan
or too entertain
A flower too press with And to whom
Will you now call by your fingered
name as they switch the lights on and off