Vacation Poem by Cynthia Cename

A wonder to ours a thousand times,
A kinly song of glaring glass;
Is simplicity your order thee?
Or whales don't often blee.

Knock bares to infinite,
Sharing gifts were possible,
Mildly come through timber and host,
Sustaining glory and files were boast.

Come honest and reminded treat,
A mingle and a quest to meek,
The alley were the summon dust;
With sheets of red and lowest toast.

A mind and tales were fine and been,
The aim and still reveal esteem;
Pune bills are fold and aimlessly
Around the fun and humor plea.

About to fill my inner ling;
A system of my looking bring:
The shale and plause; a storm to que;
Immediate sting of overdue.

Be lot to keep through perfect fall,
Pronounce the words except the stall;
Such past would sue your empathy;
Immense and claws were eulogy.

I don't, I dare; so steadfast love,
Because of you; a vile though hue,
In sought and few remedities
A fame I honest burrow spell.