Silly antics, crazy fanatics

Incredible, fantastic memorical nics

On arms, legs fairy-like body parts,

aren't the art that is willing to....heart.

You may heart the intention inside,

You may realize that intention resides,

You may know that it is the first start,

You may know that the willingness parts.

How, oh how, will all this laughter end,

how, oh how, will all this meanness begin,

It doesn't and it won't that is what begins,

If the intention all amounts synchronistic in the end.

If you know that I meant poem, poetry would speak to your eyes.  Although if you know that I meant poetry, my poem would speak.