Do not sting me so
Whilst my words spell to flow
As merry spirits dance abound
My own must frolic ‘round
Do not stop me short
Where my pen cannot abort
The cursor must blink - blink!
And spill its tales in a wink.
Do not cast me loose
Behold: Voices, whose
words brim and bellow.
Grow they must; to crescendo.
Do not shut me down.
Do not slow me now.
I must away: to the finish!
And flourish as I know how.
