Paving slabs are passed over for more purpose,
With perhaps enough proud presence though worthless,
Due to the enygma of elephants erking overhead,
And erraneous eaons of energy directing the dead,
Why the wry worthy yet oh so washy alliteration,
Well when words and actions walk into complications,
Clowns and queues compare to conscious decisions,
Containining class comes co-ordination like incisions,
Now this is jibberish jangling and jumping high,
Drowning jiving juxtapositions of white jedi's,
Rounding and running rain through the right tiles,
Where as rings worn by princesses ranging in piles,
Files of fetishes come from flying animals,
Frying flips and feeling smooth like cannon balls,
None of that made sense so heres an answer on the fly,
How can I write normality when an elephants in the sky?