These One's Poem by Pierre Rausch

These one's, oh Lady, these one's
These one’s are fond and warm
These’ ones go through God one's harm
These one’s leigh to an equal
These one’s are prequels to the sequels
These one’s the way everyone goes
Seems like the wind still blows
Rime in little this, rime it like
These one’s are questions
These one’s reply anyone
These one’s are teaser with
These one’s on the way sparkle
These one’s for the fifth
In little this, rime it like
And a look they can't garble
These one’s the destiny
In predicament
Walk in this
In little this, rime it like
In little this, rime it like