Shining Jenna goes in shoes,
sailing along in a sea o' shells,
A G E S L H I J N, an' O.
She's an ageless Angel,
Singing solo songs alone.
Long legs Jenna, giggling gal Jenna,
Jenna in glasses, Jenna in jeans.
A goose hanging in a hall,
in seasonings, onion, sage,
lasagna, snails in oil . . .
Eggnog longing . . .
Solo songs singing soon.
Hash so healing . . .
Nasal noises . . . . his engine's aging, no gas, no oil,
He's goes, going, gone, ashes, . . .
Nails in . . .
an alien nagging loss.
So Jenna joins a lion's season,
Signals illegal single senses.
She angles eels . . . as an eagle
English lines engaging egos . .
Selling sea shells . . . . signing,
Long lenses see linen logos.
She sins, shines, goes logging in lanes,
Gaian liaisons, session o' joining so sane . . .
She lies alone, single loins longing . . .
Ganesha's gaining, Anais Nin is also aging . . .
