They wander in packs, do our thoughts
And their dress and attire is the word

bon mot
logical logo

But the cutest dress of pure pink
May cover the mortuary’s stink

Cobwebbed quantum snowflakes
Rippling reality’s rockpool

Twin, cousin spin
and great-aunt antonym

Giggling cuddles then cut you dead
Its a police state mate

I’m a compassionate loving atheist
A one-woman anima animal

They wander in packs, do our thoughts
And their dress and attire is the word

and the thought clothed as word makes the deed