The March of Rhymes

The March of Rhymes Although the notion of the twilight sun had tainted my crystal clear vision Was there something else you have been missing The hero calls to yonder shore once again all alone; As if a stray dog is in search of its bone, The march rhymes lives among a passing few; A papal pew decorated in the brilliant ambiance of fun, With a certain crimsome tide to come undone, Just after a police chase we so often will run to & fro; Amidst the delicate fragrance of an ego, Within smiles of timeless chartered words; A center of reflection in the vast pyramid filled with choice, Let us further linger in the fullest madness & rejoice A pleasant smile still we each knew all the while; The sore vexed temperment on the loose with cannon The march of rhymes we shall succeed so many times On a blade of grass she made me wait; Some may even call this fate, A lovely fragrant scent of fallen early morning rain; As bullets fly through the ambiance movement in sky Some just settle for peanut butter & jelly; When all the while they can have a nice ham on rye, The march od rhymes sings as the time passes by Sometimes its just not enough but for to give it one last try?