It Was Eccentric Poem by Naveed Akram

If it was eccentric, it was to her face,
She was having one of our spells,
Forcing the pulls and pushes of a flick,
With bravery too grey and silver.
This colour of the rainbow emerged
Causing a span of fingers and arms
To overflow, fixing the states
And stations of a frugal day.
Enter then the matter of goings-on,
The faces of the oxen were behind
The back, interest whistled,
Intelligence bends now.

Picking up clods stored trouble,
It was eccentricity itself to be trouble,
Two stopped the crimes
Offering such insanity to the lords,
Two were needed to nurse
Matters of big wheels.