War 4 Vanity Sake

Blink at your peril just incase it passes you bye Putin is on the war path to Ukraine As if you miss it , it won't be back until Haley's comet ride's our darkened night sky again Big Ben's Bell's hand strikes the bewitching hour of 10 as a Cuckoo flew traverse over the luna full moon Highlighting the Luftwaffe over Yee Old London Town dropping a blitzkrieg of bomb's from the sky Beneath a total eclipse of the sun so confused and utterly perplexed It knows whether not to it should wink , smile , cry or avert its Ray's And worst of all contemplate whether or not come wake of dawn should he in fact Come up and shine it's warmth and light on that which is left and doth still remain Whence mornings mushroom smog slowly clears and unfounded fear's appear real Sting forth dry burning tears from cotton mouth's with jaw's dropped And as no living flora is now left behind a substitute then has to be sought In order to whittle funeral wreath's and so to new coronation crown's out of