We do not prune - we are not natural
Soft as winter pruning - it is or is not notable
If you didn't tell me to speak to you
I would speak to you, though not softly as before.
The nitwit becomes the cutie and becoming
The cutie never says "What do I say?"
Differentiate the branches brittly with aspirin
Their napkins glowing quite brightly at night
Trailing, audibly thanking the server like: "Hey moon..."
Softly humming music now covering the soon to be dew
Their energy efficiency always reminding the prude
And the forgotten scheduled neighborhood blackout was untimely
But reminded me: I've never seen the scarf. I called:
"Hey, cooper-" "Hey! I finished the scarf."
So we sweetly ate the innocent, scheduled sandwiches, casually.
