Poems Like To Loom

Poems Like to Loom So should I be pleased with the presumption You could call this conspicuous consumption How long would you have to rattle a sabre After learning wife had just gone into labor. I finally have forgotten all the furious fuss When they discovered I was ambidextrous And if I now had a fair amount of vigilance Maybe might severely affect consequence. Finally, completely came back to my senses As soon as I was interrupted by suspense's Makes no difference how much money I paid Eventually into my fantastic fortune did fade. For me, whole life by God is greatly planned Why should I even start trying to understand I may flimsily fuss and then frantically fume My poems like to loom while flowers bloom. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran See if this one messes with your mind for a while?