Of plastic and foil sealed
Protecting you my pearl
From damages concealed
After my quaking fingers
Free you from your cage
Procol Harum white, upon
You I finally gaze
Your taste at first sweet
Dissolves quickly in my mouth
The first of many times today
You begin the slide towards south
Inside you land in seas
Tossing to and fro
Continuing your mission
You slip e're more below
The rumble and the roar
Shan't keep you from your goal
To quiet the storm that rages
Dare I rhyme with "bowl?"
Like Neptune I sit upon The Throne
Porcelin and white
Waiting for confirmation
Of a victory in the fight
More troops you cry above the din
With which I soon comply
Hoping against hope that these
Are the last to sacrifice
At last the calm wins out
And order is restored
I drink, I eat, blandly
Calm and rest. Accord
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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE your sense of humor and out take/InTake on life! Keep on keeping on! You have me in tears laughing....thanks..I needed that, I had to burp myself lol
ReplyDeleteBowel/Fowl either one...lol but bowl/goal does read and sound better lol
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm guessing these were not the 'runs' you've been longing for!
ReplyDeleteSandi - you've got that right!
ReplyDeleteProcol harum white...love it.
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