Your mind is a canvas.

There is a man I want to marry but he’s all emotional on the building of AI who will tally,

tally the bills, tally the cryptocurrency money that is no longer Karl Mark’s coins that can be spent

He needs a break a holiday away from all the dross he foresees

too get down on one knee to propose to me.

Hes taken his eye off the moon and the sky

but we will waltz under the jewled blitzed sky

like a ballroom full of the stars and lots of purple haze

there he goes again with that loving gaze

as he spins me in the Mexicans mambas rage

you are not too worry we will enlighten the earth of its catalyst change

I for one will be behind you in your quest for humanity’s new coming of age.

The future can be be bleak or we can paint it to sing with the Larks up in the tree

oh how I can’t wait to marry thee.

After all it is Ludicrous Limericks one,two,three.

D Earnshaw.