Harmony

What you call consistent, remains on the shingle, swallows all resistance, searching for the sea, sometimes in the tingle, washing blue rinsed sheets, if you feel listless, try your stock of jingles, in things that you miss, your quotation of pieces, do your best to jangle, away on the breeze, when you stand legless, each time with the dangle, face windswept promises, never take the easy, forego any ring, its bright coloured dish, a sunlit vista, beyond being single, it can't beat the hit, knowing how to mingle