Tone Poem

In the sanctuary
Of private rhetoricy
When a bustling crowd intrudes
Where rival ship meets no incentive
To impale its reckless course
(One two three four)
Where all is lulled
To peace and quiet
Is of all places
The most appropriate
To illuminate
The sparkling fires of love
And receive in turn the electro-darts
Of sweet devotion
Doo doo dee dah dee doo doo
Sparkling fires
Electro-darts