When I get to this place
This dark lonely space
Where everything vexes
And vexes and vexes.

Don’t bother giving chase
Or thoughts of hexes.
You can’t quicken its pace
Or ship it to Texas.

It lacks all sense of grace
And just perplexes
So lay low and save face!
Offend neither sexes

Til it’s left with no trace,
Those dark vortexes.