In the prism of my optimism,
Witticism met with criticism,
I don’t know what was discussed then,
But now they’re the best of friends and,
I can’t believe I introduced them!
Croissants!
Laughing and eating croissants in my prism!
While in the deep end of a dark pool,
Where I keep my cool,
No croissants allowed is the primary rule.
It’s the principle of evaporation,
And it must be adhered to.
For a thorough saturation,
Is a joyous expectation,
And erasing all elation,
Long before one’s maturation,
Is just not my idea,
Of a jolly destination.
That’s what I learned at my school,
Back when I was a young fool…
Now, I’m an old fool,
But… it’s cool.