Think we All should Have a Shell,
to Crawl inside Just for a Spell,
whenever we’re Not feeling Well,
as Other issues I will Tell,
admiration Sure to Swell,
with My idea Carousel,
measured in stark Decibel,
shared to Point where I Excel,
beyond a Stage you can Dispel,
where I gathered this Intel,
to Dazzle any Clientele,
who Seek to Find a Parallel,
to Truth in any Personnel,
who prefer White Zinfandel,
while Raising just A little Hell,
in their Time just to Rebel,
others Who may Try to Sell,
the Benefits of How to Smell,
this Pure B.S. I have to Tell,
from my Brain – a Jumbled Gel.