#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,

everyone thinks root in fear
I say whoa oh no just ophir
kinda of can be confused in the sound not the tune.
Greek kind of I guess, but like a half feb
feb 14 or maybe 15 instead
can't change a face or a head.
rexivation in thyme , protect me and we'll fly.
to give it away is to keep it,thanks from c to k to w and unto the quarteth power
what did you parrot. which train can we jump. I don't really get it all indo is love. with a purple li kind of haze. and an e or a u or a n or a c. come talk with me but say what you need. what to do for you. I guess I'll believe. distance to the stars. dust til the march. spring time can vibe on a chrain link check ✔️ space. where were you, I don't mean to beg. I'm hungry as any bigger than be her mouth. grab you a cocktail. vodka or gin. you know I'm really not picky just train chracks me and sin.
© chorus chrubble