A Fallen Shootin Star Poem by Paul World

'Tis night seems rare and it' weather indifferent, but all form this perfect night
sitting on ma terrace beholdin the congregation of the stars
suddenly a flash speed through ma very eyez is that a lighten? ? ? Ma eyes seems sure but ma head played the trick
drowning in a doubt i behold a lighten headed ma way, wait! ! ! Thats no lighten that' a shootin' star
heading towards ma sated place i witnes' d sight of a beautiful event
it shone more like the early mornin' sun and it leaves a chilled air on it path
Eureka! Have behold a fallen shootin star 'av behold it fell at ma feet