Practice. Makes. Practice (P@tience Please?)

Good to go.
Good to leave.
Don’t want to be caught left with no sleeve.
Aaa-Choo,
Bless you as I sneeze.
Caught you, in the breeze,
No degrees.
Now it’s he, holding onto the cheese.
“Oh, please, sir, don’t arrest me.”
Back.
Never Left.
Two steps closer.
Still never watch my steps.

– byTokz