Mar 2015
Some how I can't see the words,
I can't hear the rhythm.
The meters got no beat to feel,*
And the Rhyme I cannot deal
Constantly the consonants
Corrupt the Poems appeal
Like feral Syllables Ascant of any
Meaning it just can't be real
In pica print Parklane Font
The printing does leave for Want.....JMF 3/9/2015
I can't hear the rhythm.
The meters got no beat to feel,*
And the Rhyme I cannot deal
Constantly the consonants
Corrupt the Poems appeal
Like feral Syllables Ascant of any
Meaning it just can't be real
In pica print Parklane Font
The printing does leave for Want.....JMF 3/9/2015
