Writing silly poetry like this:

Heaped upon the ice flow proper
A less than stellar bulb,
And windowless within its nest
The satin island bilge.
Alas! Alas! Catastrophe!
Collecting copper coins.
Conducting with a wooden spoon
My symphony of toys.
You may wonder on one hand,
Poking at the coals,
Fearing less the lamang-lupa,
Mining more the nose.