Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

25 Apr 2013

Coding Loading Exploding The Darling Buds Of May.

Don't let go before you eye the O/ To and fro,fiddle and bow/ On a wintry crow/ Coding binary in your birth given finery/ Finally, snow, blow!

The flower and the shower in an arid alley, lay/ One stray seed and no blood in the fray/ One in the den soon spoils play/ petals fall away.

Soon the bugle calls and fall prey/ Tis a lumpy earth pulling down the hay/ Two grains of sand later/ night is falling, betrayed by day.

.1, .2, .3, .4 and still want more/ Five-O, the top is coming down/ A new addition born in tradition of belated contrition./ Foolish tool!

Coxwain! Cut, the decision with precision/ A lamb's skin vision/ not a trailblazing incision/ Consider the route then make your revision.

Collision, clang, big old bang/ Hand in hand... in hand, so bland/ Scuppered plans, filling the lands/ Lance in a trance, so guard it well.

Follow these words & all will be swell/ Hear the rampant ring of the bulbous bell/ Whatever the deal, cover it well/ Release the beast contained in a cell.


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