TOILS.

String your hand worn tools together,
To symbolise your life’s endeavour,
Then make a loop and wear with passion,
Avoiding anything of fashion.

Don’t overfill your lungs with fumes,
And be careful with adult balloons;
Beware all those who wield turmoil,
And ingratiate themselves with spoils.

Behave yourself until it tickles,
And flirt with anyone who’s fickle;
You’ll lubricate their whether chart
Until they won’t know who they are.

Elucidate until they listen,
And are stoked up enough to whistle,
Then turn them out into the land,
And run before they understand,

That learning all the implications
Of incredible situations
Could help improve the aptitude
For cooking speeches with their food.

So fold your tongue until it perspires,
And mixes juice with their desires;
Don’t make anybody angry ever,
Or labour on their path to heaven.