“Good grief” said the delay. “How well are you holding up?”
“Well,” said the struggling mind, “Hard to say but like a whirlpool,”
“That too many words mixed goes in, well, they are not tidying properly, well, yup,”
And the delay said, “But how well are your whirlpools not pool well-pool?”
“Well, good grief,” sighed the struggling mind, “But I must pool a ball outstandingly.”
© Ismael Mansoor