The Poet Car
Quite naturally, I’d like to be
In tune in all I do
My universe in harmony
Ordered, and not askew.
I want it altogether knit,
For logic is a must;
Like boots and gloves cold weather fit,
Like broom and pan with dust;
It all aligned, like human spine –
Cord and discs and bursa.
For bard: rhyme, rhythm for the line.
And for my car? – a Versa.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill 