Leaning on the picket fence, because, they are so comfortable
my mind handed myself a cup of tea,
the one labelled, sagacious synaptic synergy.
I sipped on it soporifically
while cosied in the verdancy
of assumed medicinal verbiage
in the vortex of a linguistic hurricane
you know, the ones like an old phone exchange.
A busy one.
The tea took its effect,
it lullabied so
(This used to be one of my favourite shows. And Katie’s voice. Wow.)