Miss Alizee: A clusmy rhyme, perhaps. For a dime or what? No shonky verse -- it's just awe. A weaverbird -- oh, that dropped twing. Kids -- no no not on those swings. Like last breaths of bonfire -- ya sure? Her pious eyes. Life-giving element? Hmm. Those Merci sloka-like chants. Sea whispered to the conch? She's of course talk of the town. Not a metaphor? Not even a simile? Drat, Nor an un-inked verse? Then...? An unsung shanty. Lighthouse keeper -- does this fairy haunt wayfarers? Snail darts to the new found seashell -- Sparrow taunts her with noisy squeaks -- Mimosa and all? A turtle that's always in her shell. Cows are home -- did you hear those bells? Daisy Daisy Give me your answer true -- You copycat -- she looking for real old school blue -- They call it chemistry -- you no maestro -- what can you tell about crescendoes -- You stonedeaf sage. Is she home or should I page. Not going anywhere unaccompanied -- of course chaperoned in a chariot of eight. Treehouse's staircase Promise you won't make me wait Bytes of marshmillows at sharp eight Do parakeets really tell us our fate A weaverbird's nest A pirate's chest Let's stroll to the fest Wanna piggyback or surf the crest Pearl diver -- Fervor traits Fringe and overalls -- chalks and slate Hold my hand -- till the railway gate How can I believe this -- you aren't my soul mate.