CAR
Cars go vroom and so does
My heart
When a mate with a great
Philosophy comes through
And goo
I am a baby again
With a tear that sustains
A wept forearm
Through the window ledge
I will be the one with
A sledge
Who comes from behind
And grins for a time
And then will be thought
To be then a Wort
Who comes from the end
And finds it again.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016
