Still Counting

Dress me with ants from moon to moon

For a comfy sleep rubbing!

Cause I'm drowned in a painful swoon

Of which I'm now lamenting!

Jump from the Bhurj's top a mere

Foot fall. The Excalibur makes

A prick like a new sophomore!

Tornado gracefully handshakes!

No coax no force to make me hug

A full charging Shangai Maglev,

Ramming with pace that a nutmeg,

Could it hardly manage dishelve!

Hold me not from further essays,

Test my head with a cannonball,

No grievances not a grimace,

Wish so easy's playing football!

Took a chance, took a hefty chance,

To try my hand at fair romance!

Eighteen hundred days of dying,

Unforseen pain and still counting!