If it was eccentric, it was to her face, <br />She was having one of our spells, <br />Forcing the pulls and pushes of a flick, <br />With bravery too grey and silver. <br />This colour of the rainbow emerged <br />Causing a span of fingers and arms <br />To overflow, fixing the states <br />And stations of a frugal day. <br />Enter then the matter of goings-on, <br />The faces of the oxen were behind <br />The back, interest whistled, <br />Intelligence bends now. <br /> <br />Picking up clods stored trouble, <br />It was eccentricity itself to be trouble, <br />Two stopped the crimes <br />Offering such insanity to the lords, <br />Two were needed to nurse <br />Matters of big wheels.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-eccentric/
