This little idea was born,
vaporous brevity, since bygone,
such a deviously defiant smile!
I long to meet you again,
If I have it my way, in a mini-while!

Now in pursuit,
of the spirited fugitive.
Soon i'll have it,
the slippery evocative

Little Brat!

I feel I know it's trace
we've been there together
I tread it back to the very place
back to our subject matter!

Oh, I feel, I'll soon have it back,
it left its clues, I smell its scent
Oh, you hiding beneath the stack
Layer after layer - deep you descent!

Gotcha!

You won't escape me now,
Feel my tight embrace,
You, transitory little you!
as if from me you could cut loose!

Why, you gag? what's the issue?
you can't breathe, can you?
Are you in need of tissue?
Oh, it's air you want, you suffocate!

Oh, my furtive unborn child
In unbound love of thee
strangled thee, oh beloved child!
Wanted to have you so badly
I put you off for life!

Alas, perhaps t'was best.