I bow test,and so, and syak,

I bow test,and so, and syak,
Like a beak on a woodpecker oak.
the Violinist to find accurev school,
And absinthe hereknow battle.

your Fingers with smokes in the yellow.
Know enough, enough,
But it sits because the violinist is not one in me.
There maybe two of them, by the way.