Every where I go these days
I see many many a crow.
Some are black some are white
Many colors they do grow.
They tackle many hard jobs each day
Holding together what would fall apart.
The crows get together in very tight groups
And accomplish much until ripped apart.
Then I found out in my observations
they all had the same first name.......
VEL.
Lunacy prevales when all alone.
Wife read it. Gave me a rather funny look. Shook her head.
Velcro