The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Friday, November 2, 2012

Binders of Prisms

Just a noon hour surprise
I could hardly believe my eyes
A fasting soul in the marrow of the win
A doctor who has a great grin

Boring was the night of the treat
The eagle soured his friendly beak
But the kid of the ocean was always his cause
There was never another one with paws

Victory for the wise and dogged in nature
There was always a dreidle for the fort.