See how much easier
When the practice
Has been practiced
The words fall one by one
Onto a satisfied
Smile of a face
A smile, with a body
Which walks
Without weight or pain
The skies stepped on one by one
Light as air
Not a care in the world
So comfortable
In her own skin of skin
Skimming pebbles over the pond
The gondola’s
Are tomorrow’s treat
So neat to be so neat
Without a single taste of defeat
Always the victorious
Just occasionally the notorious
As on that occasion
No, no point here of persuasion
I must keep her secret
