I'm inviting you to join me on ground floor of this new style of verse. See how many ways you can read it and then help me name the style. It can be read, using any combinatiion of the BUT YOU CAN verticle series and then suddenly read the following verse. Have fun!

Dainty

with her sisters, lives down deep inside a hollow

 If you’d be willing to call her

She’d be willing to follow

But

Sisters Elegant and Exquisite stand ready for flight

And poor little Dainty Gets pushed back out of sight

You

Will have to avoid Pretty, who’s stomping her feet on the floor

 While Dainty peeks through some cracks

Around the front door

Can

Touch imagination of how Delicate would feel

if she and Graceful vault for attention

But discover only Dainty’s in the deal

Help

Elevate Dainty’s popularity to it’s intended tower

Carefully avoiding Refined and Petite

who are in the middle of their shower

Dainty

Who’s flight Is like the swallow

Unroll the plush red carpet

And bring Dainty out of the hollow

Win

Her confidence and she’ll be completely content

To go along for the ride

To wherever she’s been sent

The local plumber who routinely fixes restroom problems in the area conveniently relocated the “Out Of Order.” He moved the sign from instinct, quickly tacking it onto the nearest handy holder. He didn’t however, tack up an explanatory, “Out Of Order” sign beside the first tacked up “Out Of Order” sign indicating that the original tacked up “Out Of Order” sign was now permanently tacked up Out Of Order in order for the restroom to stay in order. So, to all observers, the gun metal gray, five drawer file, boldly admitted to the whole community that it looked tacky and was now Out Of Order with plans to stay that way in order for our obviously overworked Mr. Plumber to be able to race to his next order in order to permenantly fix the second “Out of Order” on file!

Isn’t it amazing how quickly "fun" overflow begins to sour, turns backwards and very soon spells nuf?

It's kinda like continually trying to coax a treadmill powered scooter uphill!

I’m looking for volunteer participators to help produce and install 762 trillion 884 billion 652 million 934 thousand 642 automatic oiler kits, each designed with a customer convenience activator button. Each unit will be tube’d to move jist a spritz of mist of household weight oil onto 10 potential frustration points with only one pound of the fist, two swivel pivots plus two ends on each of four stationary axles. Once we have these automatically on demand spritzers tube’d and unitized, we will need to fine tune each to perform a single multi-spritz instantly every time when signaled by the customer convenience activator button. This world wide project will spritz-lubricate the front pivots and both sides of all four rolling wheels on each and every shopping cart that was ever built ever instantly, whenever an eager fist pounds against the activator button!. If you decide to volunteer as an active participator, please remember that we might not quiet finish the complete project by this coming Thursday.

Yesterday, on the graveled road West, suddenly those disgusting sounds of riding on a flat forced their way through the Odyssey and beat on the drums in the inner sanctum. Anxiously the foot raced to take a brake while the mind voluntarily slid into its somewhat famous discomfort zone. With all bodily functions resonating in flat unison, we glided gently across the border into the motionless state where about half the hands on deck quietly scrambled for access to the outer breezeway. Participating minds obediently responded by secretly stirring potential possibilities. A full circle investigation revealed a certain inflated air with the subliminal message “Sure fooled you!” enveloping the tired vehicle. At this juncture the cue card should have read “Scratch head!”
We slowly proceeded to hiway South where all flat sounding curiosities were continually swallowed up by the blacktop for the rest of our ride.
One more subject of interest, we must of turned off on a scenic outlook along the way because there it was. Father was holding small daughter in his arms while he was contentedly sucking on her pacifier!
The moral? Some things will flat remain yesterday’s mysteries!