I tremble now to think of what may be,
My bunking cousin. Kin most dangerous,
You most important thing, my family:
It never works, but it might work for us.
If you could be my afternoon delight,
I’d segue out of being a blue man.
If nothing else were left, we’d be all right
If we could ask not “Can I?” but “I can!”
To grab that brownish area by its points
Remains light treason, still a huge mistake,
Our pop-pop outlawed like big yellow joints;
So terribly our house is hard to make.
But surely still, with winking eye suggested,
We’ll always have development arrested.