Oh, but for all of their guile <br />Creeping from every direction <br />Cunning in their: Over The Rainbow... <br />Duplicitious in dubious selection; <br />Privacy 'twas splintered near ClearField <br />In days of a decade or so... <br />Insidious physical ailments-a Montgomery specialty <br />Only the carpet forensically knows... <br />The walls are clearly not hard of hearing... <br />Their power cuts in by three... <br />The air 'tis tainted from carpet fumes emitted... <br />The food and drink 'tis unfit for thee... <br />Oh, how the cold wind continues to blow <br />'Tis coming for a Cabel of: Birds Of A Feather... <br />Overwhelmed by all things now made clear... <br />Forcast for the group: Nothing but stormy weather...<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insidious-4/
