Craning

On the Rote again,

song that spun a funeral lend,

mistaken for a funny send,

weddings are spool.

On the Rote again,

strumming like a real fem,

filling Audit forums when,

know person did the watchful lend.

On the Rote again,

frustration in the Main Stream friend,

drinking till the varied send,

the brink of the clift Note been.

On the Road again,

the Bookings now the Blue in trend,

accountability often befriends,

lied to the Engagement bend.

On the Rope again,

hanging from the very thin,

wires of the lies that stint,

weddings to the Year!!

On the Month to come,

were you even in the time of bump,

a lengthy wrought of all You spot,

will you carry too.

To the Day of Spent,

I feel as theirs is a sense,

that locked-Up in the Al contend,

the music is the booth.

On the Moment of,

truth delivered only love,

letters that did explain the dove,

birthing something New!!