The Random Pattern
You stop my heart with rosebud
Lips of old and long-time friendship
And court the wooing from me without
Ever needing a kiss such that it is about time
That send you a now for it and soon to be
Kind of thing called Love-potionous like the strong
Cider they brew ‘ere called Stronghume as in
Douglas Hume Jnr, the General of the Armed Forces on Reserve
Hereabouts and when he hears that I know that
He will hit the roof!
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 