Yammee, Yammee Poem by Pierre Rausch

Pride day without, n
o bigger than a raid
He gazed for what seemed a dawn
Made a cross with her tongue
Temple steel without
Was perceived, was taken away
As we shall see in the end
Clear order, clear path
Made a cross with her tongue
And suspiciously looking
In a three crown restaurant
Hang out in first or second class,
Collector's CD
Colored satchel, crocodile colored satchel
Leave collection
That no one made
Sat down there
No one made his appearance thereafter
Pinboard,
And the idea got accomplished
No one made his appearance thereafter
And all that at once
Everything whirls and whirls
You feel queer
And everything whirls
Lanny queer marquee
Whenever you choose
Without breaking the quiet
Paid rather for all the little things
Of doing what you ask
Or fields before daybreak