Mounted and stuffed with non-sense,

Quinced, excited, fattened to mince,

Our brains alert in a heady suspense,

Eek! Swiss cheesy cortex bald blintz.

I was taught life was a hierarchy,

Inside-out hyperspace malarkey,

Once was called Mr. Beaujarsky,

Not Rosen, E’stein nor Podolsky.

O’ see now the rare beauty in the sky,

Smell! Betty Jo’s making an apple pie,

Feathery crusted a hot piece must try,

There taste to make the heavens sigh.

Within this live action, My Megalopolis,

Birthday suit naked born and died this,

Held in abeyance...Do you feel amiss;

Lost in time like a summer’s last kiss?

Growling-snapping, “whoosh”, Caught!

Rats in a trap; Wolverining we’d aught,

Solve! Quickly a maze danger fraught,

Ne’er do life’s lessons lessen so taught.