For some long time

In the same room

On the other side

A vase is kept locked

In a chest that is his.

You won't find the key

If that's what she'll do,

For if there's a way,

The raft might sink fast.

The towels are burnt

Like croissants left untended

Or open-ended games

Hyped up too much

See Pee Emm please, eh.

That right old spot on the rug

Has a head of its own two cards

And black rectangular flowers

Thorning your rear rover wood.

Red rhyming shoe-shining games

Forever in the past of once-burning flames.