Let's rhyme the words. To sharpen the swords, to cut the boards, carrom boards. Ports or airports, support YouTube shorts, because no terrorists are YouTube shorts. Courts told their words on the boards over the giant forts. Courts support, reports of carrom boards.

A fly is sly, it flies fast in front of my eye. Why, no one sigh, when I cry because of the fly, and apply pressure on the wrong surface, and die, like a January in July.

Fast, is a burst of lust, you must not trust. Just stay on the crust of the earth, because you must. And it's the last, line to kill my poetry thirst!