The Weeping Willow

Sounds on the Radio a story for the froth of the Mind that is I,

as the touch work cellphone put to text the backdoor scotch,

in through the stock of the Task in a scoot,

at that the other would gas pedal a sink bringing horror to my shoe.

Than on the crisscross of puzzled to that shoot,

round again the two would resolve the how to get a spook,

back forward ringing festival that magnitude in lied,

this was the bearing of a carriage of a lot,

my reside once a peaceful scene would Top the screen to shot!!

Just at that the driveway group tacked the worth to the others,

paraframe to square the loop bouncing fountains drained,

under rock the key of hide disappeared with laned,

mailbox the lock was gone so mail got a Train.

Easy to upset the feet that worried at the fester,

now all that happened at the spout was language for the sake,

timing on course was perfect torque to wind the Watch at ready,

square to treat the average leave nobody thought to stop.

On therefore it was telephone that circle of the ear,

as the city trauma steered from Fair to sing the tears,

once I had a beautiful life worked so hard to gather,

walking dance frustration brought that nothing really counts.

One could go as far as brick to brick the brick a staple raise,

either is the found on each for walking is the rein,

as the rat talk tipped the see the Taggers stewing stocked the deed,

soup on shock is that the crock was set to say its rink cold,

fetch the stick a Figures less as being what is rather,

responsible and not a flip in begging question of being the Press on atoll.