It's Not A House, It's

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

Doesn't Expecting The Unexpected Make The Unexpected Expected?