Wicked, wicked little things,
are wooden sticks for measurings.
I prefer to use instead; the eyes,
that nature put within mine head.
No serpentine tape to encompass,
for I prefer the looking glass.
I feel where things should fit and be,
and this makes perfect sense.....
at least to me.
No snake-like tapes or ruling sticks,
enslaving me in their hellish matrix.
I might decimate a craft or two,
But I like eyeballing things; Don't you?
For swirling fabrics like a dervish dance,
without measurly pomp and circumstance.
And cakes rise much higher in the air,
If there's a pinch more leavening in there.
And drinks and punch be less hum-drum,
If hands splashed in a bit more rum.
Lesser men could master the bedroom,
Without measuring-up romance in bloom.
The qualities of life would abound,
maidens wouldn't utter gasping sound,
When the school physicals came around.
Yes,the world would be more happy and round....
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