Intoto passage bird,

to expatiate have no word,

with some nerd and absurd,

but that era my vision was blurred.

Today is offbeat,

with neither bode of deceit,

nor of conceit,

as gone with my sweet.

Not dry behind ears,

annihilating my fears,

expunging my tears,

only wit behind my cheers.

I know I never pomp,

verily my blithe swamp,

thank you for all romp,

intellect behind my life's stom!