Sorbet beret.

Another understudy sizing up the ropes 

That are regulary hung from maypole 

The ribbons cut in the spring trees 

Misconceptions of flight and fight 

And black currant that’s drawn upon

Often when drunk im found dying 

berets in sorbet dreaming of Italian 

Lakes filled with floating Meringues 

and putting coins in Gumballs machines 

as young as I look leafs still haven’t grown 

From behind origin of species ears.