When one is called simple <br />that may simply not be so. <br />A context in rhythm <br />is an arrogant conception, <br />a bereavement of solace <br />and an independent curator of time. <br />Hell hops the furry forward <br />and the breath of ones <br />own mother horn the adjunct. <br />A brazen blow to a humorous head <br />A jackal knightly; a usefull dish <br />among the kindled flame of orange hue. <br />Anticipate this. A brush with <br />the word; a coffin to suit the <br />most pleasurable death. <br />A just moment and a comprehensible <br />tip should not a hearty meal choke. <br />This is the metal, the straight <br />that bores the iron and shields man. <br /> <br />Copyright 12-19-2008©® Sarah Sisson<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-animal-appraisal/
