Nebulosity

Let reign dance your brain trance

and the fog in your noggin.

All aboard the bored gourd!

Destination: Misbegotten.

The generosity of your nebulosity

– a cirrus circling twerk.

Your numbnut nimbus quirk

– a cumulus murking smirk.

A flabbergast of ghost and gas

aghast dark attic inaction.

My mist of gist just missed your list

and mystified reaction.

You’re a puff-puff pas de deux

of Tweedle Dee and Dat’l Do,

but as MY faults are FAR from few,

and my thicker ticker tocks anew,

know I'm lost without you,

and will never say adieu.