Ellie

You who always fight, priest's robes of purple hue, should see my cotton stripes, within a sea of sharks, your smile arrives on cue, beams while I sink, give me some crass disguise, a lover of balloons, try to make me wise, I walk like a tank, to the visitor's cube,, my hair not yet lank, it blows around your eyes, behind TV's fake news, it's a bridge of sighs, you're no dismal crank, your spirit lifts the room, I call you Hank, you’ll pay these fines, there's nothing to refuse, I’ll give my best smile, make you laugh like new.