to a tolerable degree

Written by: ned flanders

To a tolerable degree.

 The boards are bored. 

The buzz has left the bee 
The salt has left the sea 
The creak has left my knee 
The shrill has left my plea. 

The smell has left my pee 
The sugars left my tea 
The ball has left the tee. 

My laugh has lost its glee 

It is not right.