Nature:
Felt quake at eight thirty tonight
per atomic clock to my right sight.
After three minutes later without fright
heard copters above without sight
and felt the low flyby with might
Family:
Did not feel all this much excite
after hearing ‘Mar’s’ hothead ignite
about religious icons’ right
at my ‘Onion’s’ house by invite
and about my advising slight.
Growing tired from the incite
of miscommunications with fight
and disregard for the polite
who perceive this life with bright light
and those things and folks that are alright,
especially the white knight
A poem of two, five-lined stanzas and of one, six-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!