From winsome 1 and winsome 2 -
came winsome 3 and 4;
Up and down the shadowed vent -
and cluttered to the floor.
Strage-er walks by with shallow click -
and buries deep his heel;
When nothing's left but shadow's trick -
to guess when something's real.
From winsome 2 and winsome 6 -
came winsoms 5 and 10;
Around the house and up the crick -
and returned once again.
Inspired me, inspired my -
fingers all too feel;
In time I found we just may find -
the begger and the deal.
Smoking one and smoking two -
Nothing left for one two do -
smoke, sit and contemplate.
Like mammoths we shall set the time -
and vanish in the fore;
like satan's trick with gone disguise -
we'll return like before.
Two winsome one and winsome three -
I will not compromise;
I've felt each tugging at my tree -
and rained upon their eyes.
An upward glance or sullied kick -
an orange around the noon;
or maybe God's quick playful trick -
a Son, a cross, a swoon.
And finally by winsome seven -
I am but all but lost;
one and one now make eleven -
and I've only learned the cost.