Suddenly after a smooth soothe cruise of blues,
It turns into a grey spray display of disarray,
Then a bunch of swish clash of fish and flash,
And a ground grumbling grind of rumbling sound,
Culminating with a gloom boom of opportune festoon,
And again a dash of calming wash and smell of grass,
promptly a drip drop of skips and flips,
Dit,
Not,
Bit,
Jot,
Then …