Oh' His How So Quickly Poem by James McLain

All the sky has cast it off.
White rich pink faced.
The sky was red again.
We did not have anything to make,
muchless of it to stay.
We approached with the conclusion
next each poor day,
And there seemed to be nothing
hidden even there,
THEN Daddy fell into the wooden
barrell, pickels fight!
And everyone'
each face of hers/his redeployed some such
redeployed we whom are dancing,
pleasure pure.
Fatherers machine and his photograpic
memory fast oh his how quickly
was released.
He' it crawls out of the duckweed
pleased, smelling of it,
again it answeres when Daddy fell mightly in it.