Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Peter

What is in a name that makes me forget?
What is that which causes me to now bet
That time itself can bend in on itself
And cause a ruckus that will's such great health
On the bearer of a name undisclosed?
These are the questions that I've now imposed
Upon myself that I may understand
Why it is that I write with my left hand.
In answer to these I have to look back
To the rock, which does not so much as lack
A Strong foundation, it does not falter,
Can not be led by some state made halter.
So will it cause a ruckus, it's presence
Will rouse up the mild Shire folk peasants.

                     Peter, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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