Oooh you're a naughty mess

feel b''n/ l's''n'ng handel, xerxes, and drinking my morning drop/ the rain falls without and the verdant foliage glistens/ somber handel and rayne, a pleasant and complimentary marriage/ slept prolifically yetser noktee/ vivid, panoramic dreams enveloped me and there i stayed hours 15, w'k'n' to pupils the size of saucers and stiff joints/ thus imbibed meht smartly and mooved to possess circulation upon the proceed/ now feeling much better, restored even/ i speculate my past 48hrs relative abstinence (is there such a thing or is abstinence absolute?) has revealed something of a deficit in my them are-ex/ hmm, N-E-hoo...will rite l8r when the muse waketh (if indeed he she it they does do at all)