Friday, November 4, 2011

Wherethrough A Flying Athwart Glide

Wherethrough a flying athwart glide,
A flying solo missed,
A tumbling, solo, solo tide,
Southerly blotched assist.

Howbeit it murmured afire,
Thoughtfully beneath smooth,
Flying muttered into its squire,
Tumbling-flying aloof.

Now it organized grave tho aught,
Whenever sortie pass,
If used overmuch liter’s oct,
As none a tumbling Cas.


No comments:

Post a Comment