The sound of cars passed
Below as the fan swayed;
Thoughts & phrases amassed
As the tender music played.
Pen, the mighty instrument on paper
Scribbles that make sense, no?
Rhythmic power-I need to taper
To reach an awesome,beautiful crescendo.
But it came crashing down
Ain't it? Darn I need to-
Get this going, melody & sound,
Feelings & instinct broken into.
The sound of crows counting
Mr. Jones looked on in awe,
Ah there finally it is mounting
Nope. Fat chance. Aww.
