One or two in a lucky mucky mess.
Three, & then four in a state of undress.
Five on to six; the vibe slams into walls.
Seven, then eight; thru the windows it crawls.
Nine followed by ten & we’re on a roll.
Eleven & twelve…reach out to the soul.
Thirteen & fourteen-dissonant refrains.
Fifteen & sixteen sound flattens terrains.
Seventeen, eighteen culls preachers & nuns.
Nineteen plus twenty…it all starts with one’s.

