Crimson Fezes Poem by John Sensele

The riddle of the middle sickle scatters platters
The riddle of the middle sickle frightens ten lenses
The riddle of the middle sickle flatters letters
To groom the room of the vroom of Benzes.

The riddle of quacks and flaks packs ducks
The riddle of quacks and flaks surprises sirs
The riddle of quacks and flaks rocks docks
To pounce on ounces on tree firs.

The riddle of balances and lances sears
The riddle of balances and lances conceals
The riddle of balances and lances leers
To peel ills on bills on meals of seals.

The riddle of angels and gels salvages
The riddle of angels and gels blesses
The riddle of angels and gels ravages
To squeeze a fees from a sinner who wears fezes.