A shot in the dark;

A shot through the heart,

Aimed with arrows and twine

And a bowed bow

That bows out before it’s loosed.

What a loss:

A loose goose

Caught by a noose in the caboose–

A tall tail tale,

Wouldn’t you tell,

If the shell by the sea sells

More sails for sales

Than whales that wail?

That’s enough of that though,

Wouldn’t you know,

We’ve come to a close,

And that was close, I suppose.

Before a rose rose out of my clothes,

But that’s just how it goes.