The Price Is Red (sic)
For blankets for the cat And troops to appeal To the bakehound of my sweet I lost at Tibet And the seahorse returned To its forest And wept for my name And Spratly to Denmark For new dentures to the Maine It is warm and the fire was his I was smittened for sure and boots mudded Retired to the mug There was trying For the steeple to unwed According to the playhouse There were six kinds of dandelion to befriend I disabled every drive-thru And befriended the house Which caused cancer but apologized to the chair It was basically mine And yours There are many We breathed the same return of the page Because of the sum of the spare There were places of walking And plague was held up for eternal The ransom was that In poorness I saw We were shot and tickled with meds And early cancer was no more And skipped only one heartbeat In chancing serenity coeur