I felt your Nightshades a callin'. And perfectly still I remained. Reading of dark poems by Mr. Auden Dust devil'd & depression sunken. The worker's soul's now maimed. I felt your Nightshades a callin'. The Jimson Weed turned me circadian. My breathing went unconstrained. Being of dark poems by Mr. Auden. Through his observations I've fallen' In a white room restrained. I heard your Nightshades a callin'. Tumbleweeds rolled past as an omen. Aquavitae gone, the drunk complained. Needing of more poems by Mr. Auden. A Mandrake's weighed root for bottlin'. The family portraits get reframed I knew the Nightshades were callin'. When I found of the poet, Mr. Auden.