Sorry

I clumsily Subside
And sadly regret
I can't sustain
The full of life,
The voltage peaks
Of high and fresh
And chuckles of eyes,
Of course I am,
I am, of course,
'Whoopee'.
I realise, I realise,
Oh slow, slow, silly me,
That the tasty treasure
I came to measure
Is the serious fun
Of the super bun
Left by the cook,
If I'd only look.
The serious bun
Is super fun,
Sublimely shifty
And very nifty.
  

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