People may have a point, but there’s concomitant possible tragedy - a rhyming poem. |
Simply put, they clink a glass. Firm and knowing, they’re top brass! A human being showing class Generally speaking, kicking ass! Faithful, fearing, to the edge, Major trying, that’s their pledge; First the hammer, then the sledge… Needing just a bay to dredge. There are rules which make it legal - Command them pure, to walk the beagle; Justified’s a splendid, regal, Formulaic portal’s eagle. Liking folks of every sort Leads each focus, comes up short - Hung’s a mistrial some can’t thwart. Just be jury and in court. Problems solved are never bland - Troubleshooting makes no stand; Nature’s code cannot be canned. Authoring a book’s not planned. Yesteryears of which there’re none; Youth that never read it, done… Holidays that feature, spun - A jaded flourish, twisted fun. An academic with no fear; Approaching life quite cavalier; Discussions ranging, have a beer! Hearts deliver for each ear! Level struggles, just one’s stress - Knowledge which forgoes that guess; Alleviate that strain, duress - Just achieve, don’t grieve, God Bless! The evidence of intuition Has yet to come to much fruition - A fated, mighty constitution Creates a static institution. |