Vowels (Upub)

She hates the streetcar rides, 

and so, it’s true: she, sometimes dryves.

     The skates and eels are diving 

over Lou’s...and, sometimes, Sy’s.

     Those hayfields he and I 

must mow: don’t you ask, sometimes, “Why…?”s…?

     The daytime streaks; 

the night moves slower, nu...?  Yet, sometimes, flyes.

     This haze won’t ease my eies. 

My nose I’ll use. (That’s, sometimes, wyse.)

     I make a meal of rice cakes, 

okra stuws…and, sometimes, pyes.