Randomness in plastic tights

So just the other second,
the one that just past
I was thinking of something,
hoping it might last
A thought, a spark, a moment more
But alas, a memory fell to the floor

These quiet ramblings are simple thoughts for the day,
filled with no purpose
with nothing more to say
Words can be fun, laughter anew
and using them thusly creates a stew

So with nothing of importance,
but a portly smile
I bid all adieu again
in a clear vile
This may have been of lower heights
But its nothing more than randomness in plastic tights