Economy of effort filling any fitting crevice A thousand telling tones, lost with bravado through eyelashes Battered, head bowed to deflect all adult menace a message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes What befitting impetus would shift a messy mindset? Must just love the sound of a broken telling off Grooves are wearing thin, so must think up a good threat barricade the flood land and let procrastination Build a tide of tidy-less, forego the constant clashes Would she bale a sinking ship and welcome her salvation? A message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes