My wondrous spiffing spectacles
are bafflingly spectacular;
I chance upon a spectacle
no longer stuck a spectator!
The world’s no longer specious,
and windows wonder, specular.
For fitted with this spectroscope
I speculate four-nocular.
I watch all species speciate
In this new special rhyme of mine
And gaze upon specific drops
that drip behind time’s speckled slime.
On spectral nights a stressless sound
As specimens of souls abound,
Each speck of light a magical sight
Note: Thanks to Tumblr for that special slice of stress.