Henry, Heave The Heyday Hand In The Grand Stand Poem by John Sensele

Toast on coasts where oats
Fly coy joy for boys who deploy
Days bereft of cream coats
Worn by a torn toy

Whose motor and rotor
Collided when their Peruvian pride
Evaporated as their perforated proctor
Went for a ribald ride

That brought much sought after respite
When dowdy clouds eclipsed glee
In circumstances that advanced silent spright
That prevented events in which a free degree

Couldn't release zeal and zest
So much in muzzled in remand restriction, so much in democratic demand
In a sea where the test for the best quest
For endurance and perseverance handed Henry a heyday hand.