A shot in the dark;
A shot through the heart,
Aimed with arrows and twine
And a bowed bow
That bows out before it’s loosed.
What a loss:
A loose goose
Caught by a noose in the caboose–
A tall tail tale,
Wouldn’t you tell,
If the shell by the sea sells
More sails for sales
Than whales that wail?
That’s enough of that though,
Wouldn’t you know,
We’ve come to a close,
And that was close, I suppose.
Before a rose rose out of my clothes,
But that’s just how it goes.
Moonlit Poetry 