The air was wispy, the night was warm,
Beady brows swept up the storm
The storm was silent and churning inside
The surface wrought with words to decide.

What shall we say, what shall we write!
For words can be both, light and might.

So with lisp crackles we puffed the air,
And wrote away with nary care.
Of lispy notes and tipsy words.
The air was wispy, the night was warm.