No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark forest was a domestic daydream
Despite the three beasts, well-known ideas
Posing as furr-balls. Darcy didn’t
Dream about d—that was Donwell’s docent,
And his D was a thought because you don’t
Read that book out loud, unless you’re some Regency
Tool waiting for a time machine
To take you from line seven to eight
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, well-known ideas
counterfeiting furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was Donwell’s life-renter,
and his D was a thought because you don’t
read that book out loud, unless you’re some Regency
tool waiting for a time machine
to take you from line seven to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
faked furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — it was Donwell’s life-renter,
and his D must have been a thought because you don’t
read that book aloud, unless you’re some Regency
tool awaiting a time machine
to bring you from line seven to line eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was Donwell’s life-renter,
and his D was a thought because no one reads
that book aloud, unless you’re some Regency
tool expecting a time machine to move you from line seven
to line eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was the nightly visitor,
and his D was a thought because no one reads that book
aloud, unless you’re some Regency
tool wishing a time machine would move you from line seven
to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was the nightly visitor,
and his D was a thought: no one reads that book
out loud, unless you’re some Regency
tool wishing a time machine would move you from the past
to the present.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was the nightly visitor,
and his D was a thought: no one reads that book
out loud, unless you’re some
tool wishing a time machine would move you
since time tout court hasn’t.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was the nightly visitor,
and his D was a thought: no one reads that book
out loud, unless you’re some
tool wishing a time machine could move you
since plain old time time has failed.
No thoughts but in thoughts.
The dark park was a domestic daydream
despite the three beasts, familiar ideas,
fake furballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about D — that was the nightly visitor,
and his D was a thought: no one reads that book
out loud, unless you’re some
tool wishing a time machine could move you
when plain old time has failed.