An Array of Stones

A long queue of stones From gemstones to kidney stones. Sandwiched among them Are men of rubies who leave no stone unturned. Emerald men with big brains Might be just a stone throw away’ Some pebbles lie stoned out on the way. Burdens of tons are borne by boulder men Who bring up dream like projects. Bladder stones are shown no mercy, They are flushed or crushed. Tucked away in secret vaults, Displayed to entice, or strewn all around As anyone’s pick, stones are legion. ‘What stone I would like to be’ follows ‘Where and of what use I would be’.