High Brew

People Come and than they Go,

Yes the History tells of Beau,

the shot to Talk and not just Speak,

the Common does such similar Flows.

In my Home the laughter booms,

take the thought 'Continue' lives,

the Prints in Larged for more it's Par,

the Tea in Coffee creamed approach.

Life is weird I often cheer,

that even I do joke this near,

as words a float to quick a boat,

the oaring of a Peer.

The built can knew,

that sometimes blue,

Shows with Venues love and truth,

no same mistakes would ever do,

for the jump is coursed anew.

With such luck the hit will be,

like the Radio is actively,

a bit behind a heady lead,

that once was felt and now is read.

The Toast is glasses that be wares,

to see right through the brightened light,

the clique remained to be a Site,

and Google maid it so.

Thanking from the tops of Star,

the twinkle twinkled for a Par,

the wish so granted in the littlest our's,

to enhancing days of romanced to Plays.

The Opera wrote such Lyricists phones,

a symphony to score the settled tones,

the drumming Cello or Violin grows,

the Trumpet said it blows.

A Flautists Read,

wets the piece,

to prepare for musics chair,

the Metro Dome to Lair.

Deeply seated a Piano Grand,

Baldwin played Chopin came,

the sound so very much the same,

as years ago when Men did know,

that sheets of music got them shown.

Streaming in from sides of trend,

the Bass did string the pull,

as Acoustics leave the sound to roam,

it is electric to know the Stone.