You're Quite Right Poem by Pierre Rausch

Your first name resonates in your last
And some events become
Every saint needs a doctor
A noise they call out
Like dancing and laughing
Got anything for you
You're quite right
In a double seat they held
Standing for hours
They've got anything for you
- Balance on a pole -
When are you going
Sisters in all modesty
Sure did look silly
An airstrike in the countryside
Operation Gulf
Wanted to go away, but stayed
I‘m not saying that
The center of that message
You have to understand
The different aspects
Go ahead
The removal service you provide
Like a cigarette with the taste
So it all meant nothing
As if he actually might find
Intensity and evacuation
She had been polite
That wistfully wait for an arrival