Repetitive insertion of thoughts, Words, bitter and wrought, Smitten, swerved and rambled, The motto often gambled, Gone is the pick of novelty, With the idea of literacy.
Is it worthwhile to hear The same speech every year? Speak, they must! Shrill speeches poured into Brains to laugh in levity, It crawls into anonymity.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
