In this house
Of toys
Built by Penn,
The gable never peaks

Higher, higher...

It soars from sand through air
And surging storm
Defying the weeping rain
And her ominous refrain

Pitter, patter...

The owls knew
But their sage counsel
Fizzled in the wind

Hoo, hoo...

Bulls bred on steroids
From Farm Fed
Rang the bell

Moo, moo...

Goring without prejudice
Matadors who didn't see red
Until their dreams bled
On the front lawn
Like lambs of lore

Maaa, maaa...

And the house
Of toys
Built by Penn
Crumbled in the sand
Levered string severed
By the red marching band

~ P
(#HouseOfToys)
1/4/2015