On the tip of the mind, Something exists there, Can I get it to come out and play? What must I do, To cajole it out of its hiding spot, Wedged in so deep, Never budging from its haunt, Crashing, banging, clashing, clanging, Nothing seems to work, What recourse is left, But to shirk, Around its blindside, Push it until, It works, And off the tip it will come, To ...
