Travis Hewitt

Dah-hyah by Travis Hewitt, 1991

Exwhaftiburfs, of earth and sea.
Woe be unto ye and he, for he and she are unlike we and what we see is what's to be.
What is to be unknown by ye, a mystery to all of thee.
No lunch is free, nor by the sea will ever be a fallacy.
'Tis treachery to have such glee, stupidity for all to see.
Yet by the sea is deviltry, the gruesome dire contingency.
A state of great emergency, death and pain and witchery.
'Tis best to flee, lest come for ye the power o' eternity.
For thou shalt be a memory, recorded for posterity.
So too will free the thievery of masses of humanity, t'will come to ye in groups of three.
A key you'll see shalt be a bee, stinging thee most irksomely.
A song sings he so hopefully, an ode o' strength and bravery.
Unknown to he of pleasantry, approaching near a cavalry.
A gladsome tree gives shade to ye, a leafy sea of greenery.
The scenery did stagger he, so pure and free the shrubbery.
A jubilee of flippancy, gives unto thee dysentery.

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