Saw-lid view,
Tim buck too
Past your eyes.
Sea?
Drive not the ball,
But to the ball.
Golfers use a tea.
Stinky close,
Grarden hoes.
A flat-bed
To move some sleep.
Hall the load.
Hawk I site.
Y-stop
Thoughs-who-weep?
Funny, honey.
Can’t stop a Trane.
Like, know one
Stops the reign.
Liter’s fall
As seize inns call.
See threw the win-dough pain.
NOT FOR RANT 