Thursday, May 29, 2014

Band Sheets



What frothed Insurrection in the Slammed,
is Tis drawer Bureau High boy ran?,
the bitter of the tasting fee,
for thou art the settling Lead.

Hover distance to the Lamp,
usage volts thru dove tailed branched,
burrows barrel two shots planned,
the i.d. that Sets a Speak.

Th cubby for the Hats in stand,
fits to make ensure a door,
to width of built and height to brand,
is the would knot for the Land?.

Mirror of Vanity atop it's side,
the ties are rolled or hung in freeze,
not until the dressing coat,
the proper is the butlered more.

Free to be the dignity,
resting is the ease of spree,
stood in difference Maple made,
in the Cedar the Moth Ball paid.

Fellow spoken bringing vocals,
cast out to the spinal trades,
in the Loin of livered strung,
the frozen food is the funny bone.

Shines to Shoulders Elbow pokes,
do you have hands or Dicks to stroke,
master-cation chew your Cud,
the bubble pops it's chewing gum.

To the Corner Store on 10,
on the thoroughfare to the Park to prow,
they sold rabbits foots to show,
not one nor two not even three,
many did hang handles tree.

Speeding on my bicycle,
up the block around the spore,
road to mid the Fountains pour,
plopped right in and road some more.

Water splashing swish swish swish,
the sound enticed the real wish,
when times the bandstand filled with this,
a Man whom held me side in sits.

To say that upon a day,
of many many Bands to play,
before the fight and after say,
he took me to the cradled bay.

A big and booming voice he made,
an out-stretched arm pointed See,
leading with his locality,
up above on same stage be.

The deepest low of tonal read,
the comfort I do feel from steed,
no matter what they tell you babe,
all of this is yours today.

Tomorrow when they rob us still,
remember Dad said it's just a kill,
the balanced difference came brought with Bill,
never can they take this Mill.

Again no matter what dee say,
it is all yours I gave today,
to my small frame he called me baby,
said the words and they were never maybe.

Oh but for the Orchestra Shell


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