Thursday, 10 April 2014

All That Jazz

That whisper in the ear
When that figure reappear
Eager to steer
And thither a jeer
As it was a struggling chavelier
Never a cavalier
Forever an adhere
A treasure so sincere
Sincerely so gentle
Like a whispering temple
A plot in assemble
A blind drunk battle
Be it in the chapel
Or on the saddle
Astraddle, perhaps bedazzled

-PRK-

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