Did I know she fluttered,
There was no way to tell
Per it seemed a spell
A way for her to wail a way
In her cubical from hell.

Her glory was her candelabrums
Aligned away from center
Keeping the fire in the wind
As she purred in need
Begging me to pull more weeds.

Forfeited from the blue ring
Backwards in time and wrapped
I declare there is no way out
On back she came
Never to reach her nap.

Ever searing the night light
Rearing her head, the lion did speak
"Not on my watch, dear boy, which is it,
Sacramental noise or toys?"
This was the history of her wash and spin.

"Play around boy, take a bite", she expressed
Land of the free and brave was her game
Another griffin with blue wings
Noisily sitting on top of her reign
One that has yet to lose a name.

Her she comes, claiming the way
Two friends beside her
Pinning her day
Improving the glister as she went
Kicking the dust into silver.

"Can't seem to turn the knob
And we can see clearly boy"
The knob is not brown looking
And what's that tiny hole?
"New has just entered Paris.

That's how it goes boy."
Nope, Friday forgot to look back!
The night you relax
Open the heart and flank
Pin the dart for dent.