The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The tea kettle shifts green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas Eve,
Yet thought has made them intersect—
If not thought, then thinking thought must
Lead to thought, a relay race
That cats disdain and dogs can’t understand.
Jupiter nears Saturn, disraphic star,
Another moon to howl at, amid brisk caterwauls.
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas Eve,
yet thought has put them side by side —
if not thought itself, then thinking thought must
lead to thought, a relay race
cats disdain and dogs can’t understand.
Jupiter nears Saturn, dysraphic star,
One more moon to howl at, amid the caterwauls.
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought has put them side by side —
if not thought tout court, then thinking thought
must lead to thought, a relay race
cats ignore and dogs don’t understand.
Jupiter approaching Saturn, dysraphic star,
one more moon to howl at, between the caterwauls.
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
if not thought, then thinking thought
should lead to thought, a relay race
cats sit out and dogs don’t understand.
Jupiter near Saturn, dysraphic star,
one more moon to howl at, beside the caterwauls.
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
not thought, but thinking thought
leads to thought, a relay race
cats shun and dogs can’t understand.
Jupiter veers toward Saturn, dysraphic star,
a bonus moon for howls and caterwauls.
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
not thought, but thinking thought
passes a baton to thought, a relay race
cats dodge and dogs can’t understand.
I can still see the dysraphic star,
a bonus moon: howl on!
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
not thought, but thinking thought
passes a baton to thought, a relay race
raining cats and dogs.
Dysraphic star,
a gift moon: howl on!
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
not thought, but thinking thought
passes a baton to thought, a relay race
raining cats and dogs.
Dysraphic star,
a gift moon: howl on!
The decade wags its asymptotic tail.
The teapot culls green dust.
These things do not relate to Christmas
Eve, yet thought puts them side by side —
not thought, but thinking thought
passes a baton to thought, a relay race
raining cats and dogs.
Dysraphic star,
a gift moon: howl!