I was going to write you a sonnet
with much wisdom, both in it and on it.
But while walking near trees
I saw millions of bees
Well, no, my dear, no lemonade
I'd keep your body in the shade.
And feed you through a yellow straw
eggnog (in which the eggs are raw) ,
He sought the tide,
with its fine foam,
the ripples in the night
and swam, letting the flow
Bad times are coming, I predict,
we'll suffer as we have been tricked.
Banks crashing, petrol price obscene,
abandoned now the War Machine.
We placed a camera,
down through the tube
they call esophagus,
and aimed it at her heart.
Sometimes we do pretend, we lie in other words.
We speak, a mix, a silly blend, we are like flightless birds.
No courage lives within, we are the dull and meek,
unable to stand up and face the demons that we seek.
She liked the very idea
and I the taste
of KoolAid, grape,
in her innie,
There's talk about an Avian Flu
a lot of hype yet not a clue
about the real chance it will
come with a vengeance here to kill.
I know I would have liked the man,
his facial features show him as he was,
a man of genuine humanity,
it's one who always can