Prefractures of a fracturing sparkle... <br />Predentures of a faltering nature. <br /> <br />Holy phone calls to one who cares... <br />Blinding undeciveness from one who stares. <br /> <br />Me lady who wants total unwavering care... <br />Why are ye there, here or bare? <br /> <br />I walk to the tent of nine... <br />I stalk to the side of thine. <br /> <br />Belittlest little of little wee sons... <br />Re dribble re griddle to those heaviest of tons. <br /> <br />Loiter my goider to some that lumpeth... <br />Beseech to thee that alite to the bumpeth. <br /> <br />Fur to thee the wandering few... <br />Help for me that does not due. <br /> <br />Bicuspid breakers of a brake unchecked... <br />Beyond my takers from someone pecked. <br /> <br />Keys are but one of the things of life... <br />No longer mistaken for they of strife. <br /> <br />Beget to forget to set them free... <br />Regret to forget to dejet and flee. <br /> <br />Flight may take on an appearance of all gone long... <br />For nothing of naught so sought thy song.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-nothing-of-naught-so-sought-thy-song/
