Beneath the grey sea
I enjoy the ability
To own it thanks
To what I can do
Which is to fly
Thanks to the field
That I generate
And that allows me to swim
In any ocean or sea
I just happen to love
The Grey one best
As it has the ruins
of an ancient city
That is darkly pretty
And inpspiring to draw
Though I have no plans
To share those drawings with you
At the present time
Just know they exist
As surely as me
Sadly sigh
The call of art is strong
So I can't just spend all my days
Swimming beneath the grey sea
I can only do it two to three times
Of each good week
Which ain't half bad
Though I'd like for it to be more
I can't really complain
Now can I no
Of course it's for the best
That the call of art
Is as strong as it is
Because I wouldn't be
the typical Gimmidee
if that wasn't the case
And I'm more than happy
To be typical yes
And now I think
I'll take my typical self
And do more art
So I'm happy to be a part
I say with hope
Of your goodly day
And only time will tell
If this is the case
For any length of time
That you can count on having
though the bar's been set
so very low
By the previous owner
That I'm sure I can beat it
With some good ease