Turned out there was a Warrior firing words in to the sky,
heard love like a Soldier came from work on Hi,
as to the fella sang along the balls just bounced the brain,
for in the real of the ride death did have a Name.
For there in the Nationals of The Guardian ape a freakish Storm,
the Man put an astronaut on the Natural born,
a Foot hit the Copter suite the other printed stood,
in the flight of World clue an Hour of the Troop.
Zipper in the classified a Motor on the tooth,
one eye came with Nautical the other laid a boot,
buckles from a turn stile lung moved with great in plain,
while the gentle whistle of the stanza blew to jung.
Turned out there was Tank and not a spacial grace,
for in the burn of Was a firm the decision showered lace,
strung with Fire in the lust an Our trunked the gut,
from every body Wants a Base without the dosing Mace.
Dressed to Kill the bond played On to Playland on the City Pong,
the ping would Ring a flaming Theme to let the spark Ignite to spite,
for in the Scent of a Sight the letter born was Nettle syke,
a Rush at the Rose touched Thorns of people a simple Closed.
Turned out there was a read door geared Revolver piece in Priced,
the arms attached the Mouth so loud that drooling came to be,
in the spark a Curtain shark rows of teeth did bite,
like the liquid Oxygen the Rocket was the Plight.
Sense came with that Pin-on suite for the Helmet said it Sew,
try the proper for the flight as Helicopters know,
start an Engine on the drum than put no Fire out,
for as the simple in Require said Cold it's whats About.
Turned out there were sum shoulders with a Head attached,
the complex in the kindling was the Match of less`t,
for on the Minuet of higher on a pitch,
the squeak rain came for all do know that Clouds must pull to go.
Down over in the Lake of Mead a drink came pouring pose,
but Up upon the crown of long the gems said Sparkling chose,
in the position of All but dead the zombies came to See,
it was the Super of the glue that Named the You in Gree.
Turned out there was a Rose and as the Saying goes,
a rose by any other name is Poetic in it's Fame.
A Riddle
A Man Of Words.
A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds.