The clutter took up space replacing a radio on the shelf
The juggling gate strung a walrus laughing at himself
A fireplace whistled a melody coveting the sounds of Egypt
Smoking guitars filled the abandoned bars, puffing clouds of stale smoke
The glass hammer was about to break shattering yet another day
A sizzled shirt tried to convert the alert but the hammer wouldn’t stay
A cage radiated a stench of putrid grass and a wall kept his rhetoric at bay
The planks pulled stained cotton shirts to the floor pleading and bleeding of glass
The moon shone bright and lit the night and the walrus said it is time for class
Absolutely profound ! I and Becky are so glad to know you!
The honor is mine Betty š thank you!