She fell in the A.D. – one nine six eight
to observe a slow life of an unknown fate –
whose hot-headed nature is one of her trait.
With her bad left knee and her first name’s sakes
she verbalizes whenever it aches
but hold backs her tears whatever it takes.
A soul used to feel trapped inside this lab.
The soul does live while riding this cab.
The veil of her soul is one that keeps tab.
The five lost balls do not normally lie.
The eye of god is like her beloved secret spy.
He knows everything about this lone fly.
A poem of four, three-lined stanzas with ten syllables in monorhyme pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!